#AmericanWriters
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…
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…
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…
When she came out, that white litt… With her bright hair, and her eyes… He suddenly lost his leader, and a… And only heard an immortal music s… Of dryads flashing in the green wo…
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…
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…
Many things perplex me and leave m… Many things are locked away in the… Never to be opened by me. The starr’d leaves are silently tu… And the mooned leaves;
All lovely things will have an end… All lovely things will fade and di… And youth, that’s now so bravely s… Will beg a penny by and by. Fine ladies soon are all forgotten…
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…
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,
It is night time, and cold, and sn… And no wind grieves the walls. In the small world of light around… A swarm of snowflakes falls and fa… The street grows silent. The last…
Round white clouds roll slowly abo… Over the clear red roofs they flow… A flock of pigeons rises with blue… Rises with whistle of wings, hover… And settles slowly again on the ta…
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…
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…