#AmericanWriters
Why pretend to remember the weather two years back? Why not? Listen close then repeat after others what they have just said and win a reputation for vivacity. Oh feed upon petals o...
I bought a dish mop— having no daughter— for they had twisted fine ribbons of shining copper about white twine
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…
Light hearted William twirled his November moustaches and, half dressed, looked from the bedroom window upon the spring weather.
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…
I must tell you this young tree whose round and firm trunk between the wet pavement and the gutter
munching a plum on the street a paper bag of them in her hand They taste good to her They taste good
This quiet morning light reflected, how many times from grass and tress and clouds enters my north room touching the walls with
I will teach you my towns… how to perform a funeral… for you have it over a tr… of artists— unless one should scour t…
Vast and grey, the sky is a simulacrum to all but him whose days are vast and grey and— In the tall, dried grasses
The pure products of America go crazy— mountain folk from Kentucky or the ribbed north end of Jersey
The living quality of the man’s mind stands out and its covert assertions for art, art, art!
Summer! the painting is organized about a young reaper enjoying his noonday rest
You say love is this, love is that… Poplar tassels, willow tendrils the wind and the rain comb, tinkle and drip, tinkle and drip— branches drifting apart. Hagh!