#AmericanWriters
WAYNE was looking near and far After the theatre to find his car. He had taken his wife to the play… Broadway was glittering hard and b… With every sort of electric light
TRAINED nurses, trained nurses… Trained nurses by night, trained n… In the corridors, on the stair, Looking for towels, carrying a tra… Saying, 'you mustn’t,' ‘you must,’…
NIGHT after night within the gro… The night wind spares the sacred f… The breath made visible of love, Of worship and desire. I set the tripod at thy shrine;
LAST night I saw a city by the s… Outlined in sparks of fire; Those wreathed lamps made all a fa… Arch, dome and spire. I saw above the waters pale and gr…
At dead of night about the dying f… They told a story how the dead app… And men, grown still with fear, Forgot their old desire For those who once were dear,
FARE you well, who love the high… Love the cities, tall and bright, For the forest ways are my ways, And the birds’ songs my delight, And the stars in river byways
‘NOT that you’ll like him,' Nell… ‘No mystery - no romance, A fine, stern, eagle-like head, But he simply reeks of finance, - Started from nothing - self-made -…
LONG since I taught my spirit to… The Sage’s great commandment - to… And so to lose life’s bitterness a… And taste its sweetness; and I we… Eluding joy and sorrow, grave and…
‘ Some Cupid kills with arrows, s… I WRITE for those, of whom I kn… Young, pretty, and a little bit fl… Who would do even more harm, if th… The science of the Art of being G…
THERE was an instant when he mig… He could not see the lady; but ins… He nodded with a blank, impassive… And waited, never moving from his… Beside the window, till a moment m…
COURAGE to ask of love neither… Wisdom to wait, silence and faith… Fear, not alone lest the bond be s… But, that love, too desperately de…
THERE is a willow grows beside a… Its long gray branches sweep the m… And from those waters shadowy and… The stars shine, large and dim. From open valleys filled with litt…
I have loved England, dearly and… Since that first morning, shining… The white cliffs of Dover I saw r… Out of the sea that once made her… I had no thought then of husband o…
JUST a very common thing - Shouts and whistles, bells that ri… Just a platform in the rain And a slowly moving train; Just a woman dressed in black
HER hair was beautifully white Beneath her bonnet, black as night… Which, plainly of New England kin… Was tied with strings beneath her… And when she spoke I had no choic…