#AmericanWriters
School is over. It is too hot to walk at ease. At ease in light frocks they walk the stre… to while the time away. They have grown tall. They hold
A power-house in the shape of a red brick chair 90 feet high on the seat of which
Let the snake wait under his weed and the writing be of words, slow and quick, sharp to strike, quiet to wait,
The rose is obsolete but each petal ends in an edge, the double facet cementing the grooved columns of air—The edge
munching a plum on the street a paper bag of them in her hand They taste good to her They taste good
Trundled from the strangeness of the sea —— a kind of heaven —— Ladies and Gentlemen!
Tracks of rain and light linger in the spongy greens of a nature whos… flickering mountain—bulging nearer… ebbing back into the sun hollowing itself away to hold a la…
Ecstatic bird songs pound the hollow vastness of the sky with metallic clinkings— beating color up into it at a far edge,—beating it, beating…
Her body is not so white as anemone petals nor so smooth ——nor so remote a thing. It is a field of the wild carrot taking the field by force; the grass
Constantly near you, I never in m… sixty-four years knew you so well… or half so well. We talked. you we… so lucid, so disengaged from all e… of place and time. We talked of ou…
A three-day-long rain from the eas… an terminable talking, talking of no consequence—patter, patter,… Hand in hand little winds blow the thin streams aslant.
All the complicated details of the attiring and the disattiring are completed! A liquid moon moves gently among
Among of green stiff old
If a man can say of his life or any moment of his life, There is nothing more to be desired! his st… becomes like that told in the famo… double sonnet—but without the
I’ve fond anticipation of a day O’erfilled with pure diversion pre… For I must read a lady poesy The while we glide by many a leafy… Hid deep in rushes, where at rando…