#AmericanWriters
All in green went my love riding on a great horse of gold into the silver dawn. four lean hounds crouched low and… the merry deer ran before.
the hills like poets put on purple thought against the magnificent clamor of
Who threw the silver dollar up i… … lady who sews and grows every day… ing and that’s the truth,
XXX i sing of Olaf glad and big whose warmest heart recoiled at wa… a conscientious object—or his wellbelovéd colonel(trig
the glory is fallen out of the sky the last immortal leaf is dead and the gold
in the rain- darkness, the sunset being sheathed i sit and think of you the holy
if everything happens that can’t b… (and anything’s righter than books could plan) the stupidest teacher will almost…
yours is the music for no instrume… yours the preposterous colour unbe… —mine the unbought contemptuous in… till this our felsh merely shall b… by speaking flower
the Cambridge ladies who live in f… are unbeautiful and have comfortab… (also, with the church’s protestan… daughters, unscented shapeless spi… they believe in Christ and Longfe…
Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings, saying
hush) noones are coming out in the gloam ing together are
suppose Life is an old man carrying flower… young death sits in a café smiling,a piece of money held betw… his thumb and first finger
Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings,saying
here is little Effie’s head whose brains are made of gingerbre… when the judgment day comes God will find six crumbs stooping by the coffinlid
my sonnet is A light goes on in the toiletwindow,that’s straightac… my window,night air bothered with… sort of sublimated tom-tom which quite outdoes the mandolin-