#AmericanWriters
Disciplined by the artist to go round and round in holiday gear a riotously gay rabble of
"Sweet land" at last! out of sea— the Venusremembering wavelets rippling with laughter—
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…
You know there is not much that I desire, a few chrysanthemum… half lying on the grass, yellow and brown and white, the talk of a few people, the trees,
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...
Gagarin says, in ecstasy, he could have gone on forever he floated ate and sang
This horrible but superb painting the parable of the blind without a red in the composition shows a group of beggars leading
In this world of as fine a pair of breasts as ever I saw the fountain in Madison Square
Snow falls: years of anger following hours that float idly down — the blizzard drifts its weight
Each time it rings I think it is for me but it is not for me nor for anyone it merely
From the Nativity which I have already celebrated the Babe in its Mother’s arms the Wise Men in their stolen splendor
A rumpled sheet Of brown paper About the length And apparent bulk Of a man was
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…
Trundled from the strangeness of the sea —— a kind of heaven —— Ladies and Gentlemen!
The crowd at the ball game is moved uniformly by a spirit of uselessness which delights them— all the exciting detail