#Americans #Modernism
My wife’s new pink slippers have gay pompons. There is not a spot or a stain on their satin toes or their sides… All night they lie together
Go to sleep—though of course you w… to tideless waves thundering slant… strong embankments, rattle and swi… dashed thirty feet high, caught by… scattered and strewn broadcast in…
They tell me on the morrow I must… This winter eyrie for a southern f… And truth to tell I tremble with… At thought of such unheralded repr… E’er have I known December in a w…
Upon the table in their bowl in violent disarray of yellow sprays, green spikes of leaves, red pointed petals and curled heads of blue
so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain
Subtle, clever brain, wiser than… by what devious means do you contr… to remain idle? Teach me, O maste…
At ten AM the young housewife moves about in negligee behind the wooden walls of her husband’s… I pass solitary in my car. Then again she comes to the curb
The half-stripped trees struck by a wind together, bending all, the leaves flutter drily and refuse to let go
Gagarin says, in ecstasy, he could have gone on forever he floated at and sang
Tho’ I’m no Catholic I listen hard when the bells in the yellow—brick tower of their new church ring down the leaves
Oh, black Persian cat! Was not your life already cursed with offspring? We took you for rest to that old Yankee farm, —so lonely
The rose is obsolete but each petal ends in an edge, the double facet cementing the grooved columns of air—The edge
Here it is spring again and I still a young man! I am late at my singing. The sparrow with the black rain on… has been at his cadenzas for two w…
Warm sun, quiet air an old man sits in the doorway of a broken house— boards for windows
A rumpled sheet Of brown paper About the length And apparent bulk Of a man was