#AmericanWriters
A power-house in the shape of a red brick chair 90 feet high on the seat of which
Flowers through the window lavender and yellow changed by white curtains— Smell of cleanliness— Sunshine of late afternoon—
Summer! the painting is organized about a young reaper enjoying his noonday rest
contend in a sea which the land pa… shielding them from the too—heavy… of an ungoverned ocean which when… tortures the biggest hulls, the be… to pit against its beatings, and s…
Little round moon up there—wait awhile—do not walk so quickly. I could sing you a song—: Wine clear the sky is and the stars no bigger than sparks! Wait for me and next winter we’ll bui...
Paterson lies in the valley under… its spent waters forming the outli… lies on his right side, head near… of the waters filling his dreams!… his dreams walk about the city whe…
First he said: It is the woman in us That makes us write– Let us acknowledge it– Men would be silent.
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…
All the complicated details of the attiring and the disattiring are completed! A liquid moon moves gently among
The over-all picture is winter icy mountains in the background the return from the hunt it is toward evening from the left
Disciplined by the artist to go round and round in holiday gear a riotously gay rabble of
I bought a dish mop— having no daughter— for they had twisted fine ribbons of shining copper about white twine
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…
O’eh’lee! La’la! Donna! Donna! Blue is the sky of Palermo; Blue is the little bay; And dost thou remember the orange…
It is a willow when summer is over… a willow by the river from which no leaf has fallen nor bitten by the sun turned orange or crimson.