#AmericanWriters
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 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…
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,
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.
‘Draw three cards, and I will tel… Draw three cards, and lay them dow… Rest your palms upon them, stare a… And think of time . . . My father… My mother was a gypsy out of Egyp…
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…
Suddenly, after the quarrel, while… Disheartened, silent, with downcas… Eyelid nor finger, hopeless both,… Against all hope to unsay the sund… While all the room’s stillness dee…
Light your cigarette, then, in thi… And talk to her, your arm engaged… Heavily over your heads the eaten… In the dead air of August strains… Her stone-white face, in the lamp-…
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… Your hands once touched this table…
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…
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…
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
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…
I am a house, says Senlin, locked… Sealed from the sun with wall and… Summon me loudly, and you’ll hear… Ring far and faint in the gallerie… You’ll hear soft steps on an old a…
As evening falls, And the yellow lights leap one by… Along high walls; And along black streets that glist… The muted city seems