#AmericanWriters
Climbing the stairway gray with ur… Cheerful, venial, ruminating pleas… Darkness takes me, an arm around m… Give me your wallet. Fearing cowardice more than other…
The two oaks lean apart for light. They aren’t as strong as lone oaks but in a wind they give each other… Daily since I cleared them I can… them, tempting to chain saw and ax…
Here at the seashore they use the… again, like the rented animals in… In the late morning the land breez… turns and now the extras are drivi… all the white elephants the other…
Going abruptly into a starry night It is ignorance we blink from, dar… There is a gaze of animal delight Before the human vision. Then, ar… To nebulous danger, we may look fo…
A person is very self-conscious ab… It makes one nervous just to know… In enduring materials, and that wh… The cast one, if nobody drops it o… We pay more attention to the front…
reader my friend, is in the words… Frankly, I’d like to make you smi… Words addresssing evil won’t turn… but they can give heart. The cheer is hidden in right words…
When they needed a foreign part, a valve which was not to be found or spared elsewhere in his ample, useful body, they chose a pig’s va… This will be compatible, they reas…
We need the ceremony of one anothe… meals served, more love, more handling of one another with… casting out of those who are not of our own household.
Harnessed and zipped on a bright October day, having lied to his wi… Hazard jumps, and the silk spanks open, and he is falling safely. This is what for two years now
Do not embrace your mind’s new neg… Or embarrass the blackballed jew w… There must be years of atonement f… You may still be the blundering ra… With the wrong story, and they may…
If you or I should die That day desire would not renew Itself in any bed. The old snake of the world, eterni… That holds his tail in his mouth,
In Chota Nagpur and Bengal the betrothed are tied with thread… mango trees, they marry the trees as well as one another, and the two trees marry each other.
What it must be like to be an ange… or a squirrel, we can imagine soon… The last time we go to bed good, they are there, lying about darkne… They dandle us once too often,
Go, little book. If anybody asks Why I add poems to a time like th… Tell how the comeliness I can’t t… Of ships and other figures of cont… Compels me still until I give the…
We say the sea is lonely; better s… Ourselves are lonesome creatures w… Gives neither yes or no for compan… Oh, there are people, all right, s… It is as populous as Maine today–