#AmericanWriters
ALL those treasures that lie in t… Mightier than the room of the star… All those treasures—I hold them i… Against the sides and the lid and… Crying that there is no sun come a…
While she sits there with tears on her cheek her cheek on
so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain
I must tell you this young tree whose round and firm trunk between the wet pavement and the gutter
In the flashes and black shadows of July the days, locked in each other’s a… seem still so that squirrels and colored bird…
The whole process is a lie, unless, crowned by excess, It break forcefully, one way or another,
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…
The dayseye hugging the earth in August, ha! Spring is gone down in purple, weeds stand high in the corn, the rainbeaten furrow
Trundled from the strangeness of the sea —— a kind of heaven —— Ladies and Gentlemen!
the back wings of the hospital where nothing will grow lie
School is over. It is too hot to walk at ease. At ease in light frocks they walk the stre… to while the time away. They have grown tall. They hold
She sits with tears on her cheek her cheek on her hand
The crowd at the ball game is moved uniformly by a spirit of uselessness which delights them— all the exciting detail
If when my wife is sleeping and the baby and Kathleen are sleeping and the sun is a flame-white disc in silken mists
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,