#Americans
‘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
from Senlin: A Biography It is moonlight. Alone in the sil… I ascend my stairs once more, While waves, remote in a pale blue… Crash on a white sand shore.
We will go no more to Shaemus, at… for sly innuendo and an Oporto Fl… the rough but tender voice, the wi… the steady-unsteady hand that pour… memory, that flew back years to fi…
This is the house. On one side t… On one side there is light. Into the darkness you may lift you… O, any number—it will still be nig… And here are echoing stairs to lea…
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…
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…
He thinks her little feet should p… Where dandelions star thickly gras… Her hands should lift in sunlit ai… Sea-wind should tangle up her hair… Green leaves, he says, have never…
The round red sun heaves darkly ou… The walls and towers are warmed an… Sounds go drowsily up from streets… The city stirs like one that is ha… And the mist flows up by dazzling…
Senlin sits before us, and we see… He smokes his pipe before us, and… Is he small, with reddish hair, Does he light his pipe with medita… And a pointed flame reflected in b…
I. (Bread and Music) Music I heard with you was more t… And bread I broke with you was mo… Now that I am without you, all is… All that was once so beautiful is…
As I walked through the lamplit g… On the thin white crust of snow, So intensely was I thinking of my… So clearly were my eyes fixed On the face of this grief which ha…
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…
Dry leaves, soldier, dry leaves, d… voices of leaves on the wind that… destruction, impassioned prayer, impassioned hy… of the gladly doomed to die. Strid…
As evening falls, And the yellow lights leap one by… Along high walls And along black streets that glist… The muted city seems
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…
