#Americans
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…
Beloved, let us once more praise t… Let us discover some new alphabet, For this, the often praised; and b… The rain, the chickweed, and the b… The green-white privet flower, the…
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…
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 lamp-lit page is turned, the d… The music changes tone, you wake,… Deep worlds you lived before, deep… Of leaf on falling leaf, music on… Rain and sorrow and wind and dust…
Well,—it was two days after my hus… Two days! And the earth still ra… And I was sweeping the carpet in… In number four—the room with the r… Some chorus girls and men were sin…
The warm sun dreams in the dust, t… On bright red roofs and walls; The trees in the park exhale a gho… We go from door to door in the str… Talking, laughing, dreaming, turni…
Now, when the moon slid under the… And the cold clear dark of starlig… He heard in his blood the well-kno… Tolling slowly in heaves of sound, Slowly beating, slowly beating,
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…
Dead Cleopatra lies in a crystal… Wrapped and spiced by the cunninge… Around her neck they have put a go… Her tatbebs, it is said, are worn… Dead Cleopatra was once revered i…
Queen cleopatra, now grown old, Watched the green grass turning br… The river is shrunk to half its si… Now I will lay me down. Queen Cleopatra called her slaves
He, in the room above, grown old a… She, in the room below—his floor h… Pursue their separate dreams. He… And throws himself on the bed, fac… She, by the window, smiles at a st…
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…
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…
