#AmericanWriters
This institution, perhaps one should say enterprise out of respect for which one says one need not change one’s… about a thing one has believed in,
Not a mere blowing flame— A clinking ash, I feel—with shame… At malendeavor in your service. But as Jehoshaphat said on that o… Old Testament history,
You do not seem to realize that be… rather than An asset—that in view of the fact… creates form—we are justified in s… That you must have brains. For yo…
If external action is effete and rhyme is outmoded, I shall revert to you, Habakkuk, as when in a Bible clas… the teacher was speaking of unrhym…
Trying to open locked doors with a… the points of needles, planting sh… upside down; swallowed by the opaq… love better than they love you, Ir… you have lived and lived on every…
The illustration is nothing to you without the appl… You lack half wit. You crush all… into close conformity, and then wa… on them.
Lest by diminished vitality and ab… vigilance, I become food for croco… of gluttony which is legion. It is… on either side of me. You remember the Israelite…
Beauty and Beauty’s son and rosem… Venus and Love, her son, to speak… born of the sea supposedly, at Christmas each, in company, braids a garland of festivity.
Strong and slippery, built for the midnight grass-party confronted by four cats, he sleeps… the detached first claw on the for… to the thumb, retracted to its tip…
My father used to say, “Superior people never make long v… have to be shown Longfellow’s grav… or the glass flowers at Harvard. Self-reliant like the cat—
Fragments of sin are a part of me. New brooms shall sweep clean the h… Shall they? Shall they? When this light life shall have pa… God shall redeem me, a castaway.
There is a great amount of poetry… fastidiousness. Certain Ming products, imperial floor coverings… wheel yellow, are well enough in t… that I like better—a
What is our innocence, what is our guilt? All are naked, none is safe. And whence is courage: the unanswered questio… the resolute doubt,—
wade through black jade. Of the crow-blue mussel-shells, on… adjusting the ash-heaps; opening and shutting itself like
of ice. Deceptively reserved and f… it lies “in grandeur and in mass” beneath a sea of shifting snow—dun… dots of cyclamen—red and maroon on… pseudo—podia