#Americans #Modernism
Leaves are graygreen, the glass broken, bright green.
The world begins again! Not wholly insufflated the blackbirds in the rain upon the dead topbranches of the living tree,
If you had come away with me into another state we had been quiet together. But there the sun coming up out of the nothing beyond the lake…
Trundled from the strangeness of the sea —— a kind of heaven —— Ladies and Gentlemen!
"Sweet land" at last! out of sea— the Venusremembering wavelets rippling with laughter—
I have discovered that most of the beauties of travel are due to the strange hours we keep to see t… the domes of the Church of the Paulist Fathers in Weehawken
Your thighs are appletrees whose blossoms touch the sky. Which sky? The sky where Watteau hung a lady’s slipper. Your knees
Warm sun, quiet air an old man sits in the doorway of a broken house— boards for windows
Sooner or later we must come to the end of striving to re-establish the image the image of
In this world of as fine a pair of breasts as ever I saw the fountain in Madison Square
Nude bodies like peeled logs sometimes give off a sweetest odor, man and woman under the trees in full excess matching the cushion of
This horrible but superb painting the parable of the blind without a red in the composition shows a group of beggars leading
By the road to the contagious hosp… under the surge of the blue mottled clouds driven from the northeast—a cold wind. Beyond, th… waste of broad, muddy fields
By constantly tormenting them with reminders of the lice in their children’s hair, the School Physician first brought their hatred down on him.
From the Nativity which I have already celebrated the Babe in its Mother’s arms the Wise Men in their stolen splendor