#AmericanWriters
It is morning, Senlin says, and i… When the light drips through the s… I arise, I face the sunrise, And do the things my fathers learn… Stars in the purple dusk above the…
‘Draw three cards, and I will tel… Draw three cards, and lay them dow… Rest your palms upon them, stare a… And think of time . . . My father… My mother was a gypsy out of Egyp…
Two lovers, here at the corner, by… Two lovers blow together like musi… And the crowd dissolves about them… Recurring waves of sound break vag… They drift from wall to wall, from…
He Fill your bowl with roses: the bow… Sit at the western window. Take t… Between your hands like a ball of… Poise it to let it fall, but hold…
After the movie, when the lights c… He takes her powdered hand behind… She, all in yellow, like a butterc… Lifts her white face, yearns up to… And with a silent, gliding step th…
‘My towers at last!’— What meant the word from what acknowledged circuit spr… and in the heart and on the tongue at sight of few familiar birds
We sit together and talk, or smoke… You say (but use no words) ‘this n… As other nights when we are dead w… Perhaps I misconstrue you: you me… ‘How deathly pale my face looks in…
When she came out, that white litt… With her bright hair, and her eyes… He suddenly lost his leader, and a… And only heard an immortal music s… Of dryads flashing in the green wo…
She rose in moonlight, and stood,… With her bare arms uplifted, And lifted her voice in the silenc… And her face was small, and her vo… ‘O moon!’ she cried, ‘I think how…
Of what she said to me that night—… The strange thing came next day. My brain was full of music—somethi… I couldn’t remember it all, but ph… Wreathed and wreathed among faint…
The half-shut doors through which… Are softly closed. Horns mutter… The stars whirl out, the night gro… Darkness settles upon us. A vagu… Drowsily teases at the drowsy brai…
The sun goes down in a cold pale f… The trees grow dark: the shadows l… And lights wink out through the wi… A clamor of frosty sirens mourns a… Pale slate-grey clouds whirl up fr…
You read—what is it, then that you… What music moves so silently in yo… Your bright hand turns the page. I watch you from my window, unsusp… You move in an alien land, a silen…
How many times have we been interr… Just as I was about to make up a… One time it was because we suddenl… Lighting his green lantern among t… Marvellous! Marvellous! He is mak…
