#Americans #Modernism
A big young bareheaded woman in an apron Her hair slicked back standing on the street One stockinged foot toeing
An old willow with hollow branches slowly swayed his few high gright… and sang: Love is a young green willow shimmering at the bare wood’s edge…
The crowd at the ball game is moved uniformly by a spirit of uselessness which delights them— all the exciting detail
Men with picked voices chant the n… of cities in a huge gallery: promi… that pull through descending stair… to a deep rumbling. The rubbing feet
The half-stripped trees struck by a wind together, bending all, the leaves flutter drily and refuse to let go
Among the rain and lights I saw the figure 5 in gold on a red
This plot of ground facing the waters of this inlet is dedicated to the living presenc… Emily Dickinson Wellcome who was born in England; married;
One leaves his leaves at home beomg a mullen and sends up a ligh… to peer from: I will have my way, yellow—A mast with a lantern, ten fifty, a hundred, smaller and smal…
SORROW is my own yard where the new grass flames as it has flamed often before but not with the cold fire
My shoes as I lean unlacing them stand out upon flat worsted flowers under my feet.
Of asphodel, that greeny flower, like a buttercup upon its branching stem— save that it’s green and wooden— I come, my sweet,
By constantly tormenting them with reminders of the lice in their children’s hair, the School Physician first brought their hatred down on him.
Why pretend to remember the weather two years back? Why not? Listen close then repeat after others what they have just said and win a reputation for vivacity. Oh feed upon petals o...
I must tell you this young tree whose round and firm trunk between the wet pavement and the gutter
When over the flowery, sharp pastu… edge, unseen, the salt ocean lifts its form—chicory and daisies tied, released, seem hardly flower… but color and the movement—or the…