#AmericanWriters
As the cat climbed over the top of the jamcloset first the right
The crowd at the ball game is moved uniformly by a spirit of uselessness which delights them— all the exciting detail
I have discovered that most of the beauties of travel are due to the strange hours we keep to see t… the domes of the Church of the Paulist Fathers in Weehawken
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—
I have had my dream—like others— and it has come to nothing, so tha… I remain now carelessly with feet planted on the ground and look up at the sky—
By constantly tormenting them with reminders of the lice in their children’s hair, the School Physician first brought their hatred down on him.
unless there is a new mind there cannot be a new line
Love is twain, it is not single, Gold and silver mixed to one, Passion 'tis and pain which ming… Glist’ring then for aye undone. Pain it is not; wondering pity
I lie here thinking of you:—— the stain of love is upon the world! Yellow, yellow, yellow it eats into the leaves,
The rose is obsolete but each petal ends in an edge, the double facet cementing the grooved columns of air ——The edge
According to Brueghel when Icarus fell it was spring a farmer was ploughing his field
Again I reply to the triple winds running chromatic fifths of derisi… outside my window: Play louder. You will not succeed. I am
so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain
The dayseye hugging the earth in August, ha! Spring is gone down in purple, weeds stand high in the corn, the rainbeaten furrow
WHERE shall I find you— You, my grotesque fellows That I seek everywhere To make up my band? None, not one