#AmericanWriters
The half-shut doors through which… Are softly closed. Horns mutter d… The stars wheel out, the night gro… Darkness settles upon us; a Vague… Drowsily teases at the drowsy brai…
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,
In Memory Of. In Fondest Recoll… In Loving Memory Of. In Fond Remembrance. Died in October. Di… Who died at sea? The name of the… Escapes her, gone, blown with the…
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…
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…
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…
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 snow floats down upon us, ming… It eddies around pale lilac lamps,… Down golden-windowed walls. We were all born of flesh, in a fl… We do not remember the red roots w…
Red is the color of blood, and I… I have sought it in the grass. It is the color of steep sun seen… It is hidden under the suave flesh… Flows there, quietly flows.
I stood for a long while before th… Looking at the blue butterflies em… The building was a tower before me… Time was loud behind me, Sun went over the housetops and du…
While the blue noon above us arche… And the poplar sheds disconsolate… Tell me again why love bewitches, And what love gives. It is the trembling finger that tr…
Let me not shrink at sight of deat… Nor waste in grief an idle breath.… You whom I loved are one with cla… The brightness in your eyes is gon… I shall not meet your face to-day;
The days, the nights, flow one by… The hours go silently over our lif… We are like dreamers who walk bene… Beneath high walls we flow in the… We sleep, we wake, we laugh, we pu…
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.
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…