#AmericanWriters
beauty is a shell from the sea where she rules triumphant till love has had its way with her scallops and
While she sits there with tears on her cheek her cheek on
Among the rain and lights I saw the figure 5 in gold on a red
Again I reply to the triple winds running chromatic fifths of derisi… outside my window: Play louder. You will not succeed. I am
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…
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
Summer! the painting is organized about a young reaper enjoying his noonday rest
By constantly tormenting them with reminders of the lice in their children’s hair, the School Physician first brought their hatred down on him.
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…
THERE is a bird in the poplars— It is the sun! The leaves are little yellow fish Swimming in the river; The bird skims above them—
The living quality of the man’s mind stands out and its covert assertions for art, art, art!
I feel the caress of my own finger… on my own neck as I place my colla… and think pityingly of the kind women I have known.
The May sun—whom all things imitate— that glues small leaves to the wooden trees shone from the sky
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…
Well, Lizzie Anderson! seventeen… the baby hard to find a father for… What will the good Father in Heav… to the local judge if he do not so… A little two-pointed smile and—pou…