#AmericanWriters
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.
Sooner or later we must come to the end of striving to re-establish the image the image of
Snow falls: years of anger following hours that float idly down — the blizzard drifts its weight
The green-blue ground is ruled with silver lines to say the sun is shining And on this moral sea of grass or dreams lie flowers
This horrible but superb painting the parable of the blind without a red in the composition shows a group of beggars leading
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
You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! —if we were rich
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…
Lady of dusk-wood fastnesses, Thou art my Lady. I have known the crisp, splinterin… White, slender through green sapli… I have lain by thee on the brown f…
so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain
Summer! the painting is organized about a young reaper enjoying his noonday rest
The over-all picture is winter icy mountains in the background the return from the hunt it is toward evening from the left
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 thefield by force; the grass
This is a schoolyard crowded with children of all ages near a village on a small stream
SOFT as the bed in the earth Where a stone has lain— So soft, so smooth and so cool, Spring closes me in With her arms and her hands.