#AmericanWriters
In Brueghel’s great picture, The… the dancers go round, they go roun… around, the squeal and the blare a… tweedle of bagpipes, a bugle and f… tipping their bellies (round as th…
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
You Communists and Republicans! all you Germans and Frenchmen! you corpses and quickeners! The stars are about to melt and fall on you in tears.
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
Warm sun, quiet air an old man sits in the doorway of a broken house— boards for windows
This particular thing, whether it be four pinches of four divers white powders cleverly compounded to cure surely, safely, pleasantly a painful twitching of the eyelids or say a pe...
Subtle, clever brain, wiser than… by what devious means do you contr… to remain idle? Teach me, O maste…
Oh strong—ridged and deeply hollow… nose of mine! what will you not be… What tactless asses we are, you an… always indiscriminate, always unas… and now it is the souring flowers…
Tho’ I’m no Catholic I listen hard when the bells in the yellow—brick tower of their new church ring down the leaves
While she sits there with tears on her cheek her cheek on
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…
Mr T. bareheaded in a soiled undershirt his hair standing out on all sides
beauty is a shell from the sea where she rules triumphant till love has had its way with her scallops and
Light hearted William twirled his November moustaches and, half dressed, looked from the bedroom window upon the spring weather.