#AmericanWriters
‘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
As evening falls, And the yellow lights leap one by… Along high walls; And along black streets that glist… The muted city seems
When you are not surprised, not su… nor leap in imagination from sunli… or from shadow into sunlight suiting the color of fright or del… to the bewildering circumstance
The house in Broad Street, red br… the weedgrown graveyard with its r… the jail from which imprisoned fac… at stiff palmettos flashing in the… the engine-house, with engines, an…
The parrot, screeching, flew out i… Circled three times above the uptu… With a great whir of brilliant out… And then returned to stagger on he… She bowed and smiled, eliciting ap…
The cigarette smoke loops and slid… Dipping and swirling as the waiter… You strike a match and stare upon… The tiny firelight leaps in your e… And dies away as silently as it ca…
Behold me, in my chiffon, gauze, a… Flitting out of the shadow into th… And into the shadow again, without… Firefly’s my name, I am evanescen… Firefly’s your name. You are evan…
Here on the pale beach, in the dar… With the full moon just to rise; They sit alone, and look over the… Or into each other’s eyes. . . She pokes her parasol into the sle…
Moonlight silvers the tops of tree… Moonlight whitens the lilac shadow… And through the evening fall, Clearly, as if through enchanted s… Footsteps passing, an infinite dis…
One, where the pale sea foamed at… With wave upon slowly shattering w… Turned to the city of towers as ev… And slowly walked by the darkening… And saw how the towers darkened ag…
The first bell is silver, And breathing darkness I think on… The second bell is crimson, And I think of a holiday night, w… Furrowing the sky with red, and a…
Now the great wheel of darkness an… Whirs and whirls in the heavens wi… Against the ice-white wall of ligh… Skeleton trees bow down in a strea… Leaves, black leaves and smoke, ar…
As evening falls, And the yellow lights leap one by… Along high walls And along black streets that glist… The muted city seems
Begotten by the meeting of rock wi… The mating of rock and rock, rocks… Created so, and yet forgetful, wal… The seaward path, puts up her left… Blue eyes, the eyes of rock, to se…
I shall grow calm in a little whil… But now, youth yearns in me to lau… Cruel as cinematograph I show life up to you... and smile… I shall be calm in a little space,…