#AmericanWriters
The white fog creeps from the cold… Over the pale grey tumbled towers,… And settles among the roofs, the p… Along damp sinuous streets it craw… Curls like a dream among the motio…
The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she knows. How inadequate they are to tell ho…
Well, as you say, we live for smal… We move in crowds, we flow and tal… Seeing so many eyes and hands and… So many mouths, and all with secre… Yet know so little of them; only s…
The alarm clocks tick in a thousan… tick and are wound for a thousand… all down both sides of North Infi… you hear that contrapuntal pawnsho… Hall bedrooms, attic rooms, where…
All night long, it has seemed for… We have heard the terrible sound o… All night long we have lain and wa… We cannot sleep, though we are tir… The sound of guns is in our ears,
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…
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…
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…
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…
These hills are sandy. Trees are… Caw dismally in skies of an arid b… Complain in dusty pine-trees. Yel… Lights on the long brown slopes a… Dew as heavy as rain; the rabbit t…
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…
Midnight; bells toll, and along th… The golden lights go out . . . The yellow windows darken, the sha… In thousands of rooms we sleep, we… We lie face down, we dream,
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…
Gracious and lovable and sweet, She made his jaded pulses beat, And made the glare of streets grow… And life more soft and hushed for… Over her shoulder now she smiled
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…