#Americans #Modernism
When trouble comes your soul to tr… You love the friend who just “stan… Perhaps there’s nothing he can do’ The thing is strictly up to you; For there are troubles all your ow…
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...
Why do I write today? The beauty of the terrible faces of our nonentites stirs me to it:
She sits with tears on her cheek her cheek on her hand
The murderer’s little daughter who is barely ten years old jerks her shoulders right and left so as to catch a glimpse of me
If when my wife is sleeping and the baby and Kathleen are sleeping and the sun is a flame-white disc in silken mists
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
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
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
The whole process is a lie, unless, crowned by excess, It break forcefully, one way or another,
Tho’ I’m no Catholic I listen hard when the bells in the yellow—brick tower of their new church ring down the leaves
Subtle, clever brain, wiser than… by what devious means do you contr… to remain idle? Teach me, O maste…
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…
A middle-northern March, now as a… gusts from the South broken agains… but from under, as if a slow hand… it moves—not into April—into a sec… the old skin of wind-clear scales…
A big young bareheaded woman in an apron Her hair slicked back standing on the street One stockinged foot toeing
