#AmericanWriters
Nude bodies like peeled logs sometimes give off a sweetest odor, man and woman under the trees in full excess matching the cushion of
While she sits there with tears on her cheek her cheek on
It is a satisfaction a joy to have one of those in the house. when she takes a bath
This is a schoolyard crowded with children of all ages near a village on a small stream
THERE is a bird in the poplars— It is the sun! The leaves are little yellow fish Swimming in the river; The bird skims above them—
A rumpled sheet Of brown paper About the length And apparent bulk Of a man was
By the road to the contagious hosp… under the surge of the blue mottled clouds driven from the northeast—a cold wind. Beyond, th… waste of broad, muddy fields
NOW that I have cooled to you Let there be gold of tarnished mas… Temples soothed by the sun to ruin That sleep utterly. Give me hand for the dances,
"Sweet land" at last! out of sea— the Venusremembering wavelets rippling with laughter—
If when my wife is sleeping and the baby and Kathleen are sleeping and the sun is a flame-white disc in silken mists
By constantly tormenting them with reminders of the lice in their children’s hair, the School Physician first brought their hatred down on him.
According to Brueghel when Icarus fell it was spring a farmer was ploughing his field
Trundled from the strangeness of the sea —— a kind of heaven —— Ladies and Gentlemen!
What have I to say to you When we shall meet? Yet— I lie here thinking of you. The stain of love
These are the desolate, dark weeks when nature in its barrenness equals the stupidity of man. The year plunges into night