#Americans
Someone is harshly coughing on the… Sudden excitement catching the fle… Who is the sick one? Who will knock at the door, Ask what is wrong and sweetly pay…
Athlete, virtuoso, Training for happiness, Bend arm and knee, and seek The body’s sharp distress, For pain is pleasure’s cost,
In the slight ripple, the fishes d… Like fingers, centrifugal, like wi… Wanton. And pleasures rise as the eyes fall Through the lucid water. The smal…
By circumstances fed Which divide attention Among the living and the dead, Under the blooms of the blossoming… The gaze which is a tower towers
Tired and unhappy, you think of ho… Soft-carpeted and warm in the Dec… While snow’s white pieces fall pas… And the orange firelight leaps. A young girl sings
(Robert Frost, 1875-1963) Whose wood this is I think I know… He made it sacred long ago: He will expect me, far or near To watch that wood immense with sn…
‘the withness of the body’—Whitehe… The heavy bear who goes with me, A manifold honey to smear his face… Clumsy and lumbering here and ther… The central ton of every place,
(After Rilke) The city floats no longer like a b… To hook the nimble darting summer… The glazed and brittle palaces pul… And glitter. Summer’s garden sway…
“Poet and veteran of childhood, lo… See in me the obscene, for you hav… For you have hatred, you, you must… Deliver judgement, Delmore Schwar… Well-known wishes have been to war…
“I have been one acquainted with t… Rode in the train all night, in th… Flew parallel with a singular will… attitudes The other passengers slumped, doze…
Dogs are Shakespearean, children… Let Freud and Wordsworth discuss… Angels and Platonists shall judge… The running dog, who paused, diste… Then barked and wailed; the boy wh…
“Trash, trash!” the king my uncle… “The spirit’s smoke and weak as sm… ”Sit in the sun and not among the… “Eat oranges! Pish tosh! the car… ”All ghosts came back. they do not…
(After Rilke) Spring has returned! Everything h… The earth, just like a schoolgirl,… Poems, so many poems.... Look, sh… So many famous poems, she has earn…
“the cure of souls.” Henry James The radiant soda of the seashore f… Fun, foam and freedom. The sea la… The Shaven sand. And the light sw… On self-destroying waves.
Twenty-eight naked young women bat… Or near the bank of a woodland lak… Twenty-eight girls and all of them… Worthy of Mack Sennett’s camera a… Foolish Follies.