#AmericanWriters
They call me and I go. It is a frozen road past midnight, a dust of snow caught in the rigid wheeltracks.
I stopped the car to let the children down where the streets end in the sun at the marsh edge
I feel the caress of my own finger… on my own neck as I place my colla… and think pityingly of the kind women I have known.
The pure products of America go crazy— mountain folk from Kentucky or the ribbed north end of Jersey
O’eh’lee! La’la! Donna! Donna! Blue is the sky of Palermo; Blue is the little bay; And dost thou remember the orange…
It is a willow when summer is over… a willow by the river from which no leaf has fallen nor bitten by the sun turned orange or crimson.
It is still warm enough to slip from the weeds into the lake’s edge, your clothes blushing in the grass and three small boys grinning behind the derelict hearth’s side. But summer...
A day on the boulevards chosen out… student poverty! One best day out… Berket in high spirits—"Ha, orang… And he made to snatch an orange fr… Now so clever was the deception, s…
Go to sleep—though of course you w… to tideless waves thundering slant… strong embankments, rattle and swi… dashed thirty feet high, caught by… scattered and strewn broadcast in…
I bought a dish mop— having no daughter— for they had twisted fine ribbons of shining copper about white twine
You say love is this, love is that… Poplar tassels, willow tendrils the wind and the rain comb, tinkle and drip, tinkle and drip— branches drifting apart. Hagh!
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
At ten AM the young housewife moves about in negligee behind the wooden walls of her husband’s… I pass solitary in my car. Then again she comes to the curb
Upon the table in their bowl in violent disarray of yellow sprays, green spikes of leaves, red pointed petals and curled heads of blue
Subtle, clever brain, wiser than… by what devious means do you contr… to remain idle? Teach me, O maste…