#AmericanWriters
Her body is not so white as anemone petals nor so smooth—nor so remote a thing. It is a field of the wild carrot taking thefield by force; the grass
By constantly tormenting them with reminders of the lice in their children’s hair, the School Physician first brought their hatred down on him.
Snow falls: years of anger following hours that float idly down — the blizzard drifts its weight
One leaves his leaves at home beomg a mullen and sends up a ligh… to peer from: I will have my way, yellow—A mast with a lantern, ten fifty, a hundred, smaller and smal…
Why go further? One might conceivably rectify the rhythm, study all out and arrive at the perfection of a tiger lily or a china doorknob. One might lift all out of the ruck, be a w...
When trouble comes your soul to tr… You love the friend who just “stan… Perhaps there’s nothing he can do’ The thing is strictly up to you; For there are troubles all your ow…
Your thighs are appletrees whose blossoms touch the sky. Which sky? The sky where Watteau hung a lady’s slipper. Your knees
They call me and I go. It is a frozen road past midnight, a dust of snow caught in the rigid wheeltracks.
I gotta buy me a new girdle. (I’ll buy you one) O.K.
Rather notice, mon cher, that the moon is titled above the point of the steeple than that its color
When the snow falls the flakes spi… that concerns them most intimately two and two to make a dance the mind dances with itself, taking you by the hand,
Sooner or later we must come to the end of striving to re-establish the image the image of
If you had come away with me into another state we had been quiet together. But there the sun coming up out of the nothing beyond the lake…
Subtle, clever brain, wiser than… by what devious means do you contr… to remain idle? Teach me, O maste…
Nude bodies like peeled logs sometimes give off a sweetest odor, man and woman under the trees in full excess matching the cushion of