#AmericanWriters
little tree little silent Christmas tree you are so little you are more like a flower who found you in the green forest
beyond the brittle towns asleep beyond the brittle towns asleep i look where stealing needles of f… in the last light thread the creeping shores
my love is building a building around you,a frail slippery house,a strong fragile house (beginning at the singular beginni… of your smile)a skilful uncouth
may i feel said he (i’ll squeal said she just once said he) it’s fun said she (may i touch said he
“next to of course god america i love you land of the pilgrims’ and… say can you see by the dawn’s earl… country 'tis of centuries come and… and are no more what of it we shou…
the wind is a Lady with bright slender eyes(who moves)at sunset and who—touches—the hills without any reason
i walked the boulevard i saw a dirty child skating on noisy wheels of joy pathetic dress fluttering behind her a mothermonster
as freedom is a breakfastfood or truth can live with right and w… or molehills are from mountains ma… —long enough and just so long will being pay the rent of seem
when you went away it was morning (that is,big horses;light feeling… streets;heels taking derbies (wher… hurriedly hunched over swill;one b… trolley imposingly empty;snickerin…
the Cambridge ladies who live in f… are unbeautiful and have comfortab… (also, with the church’s protestan… daughters, unscented shapeless spi… they believe in Christ and Longfe…
hush) noones are coming out in the gloam ing together are
unto thee i burn incense the bowl crackles upon the gloom arise purple pencil… fluent spires of fragrance
in Just- spring when the world is… luscious the little lame balloonman whistles far and…
cruelly,love walk the autumn long; the last flower in whose hair, they lips are cold with songs for which is
pieces(in darker than small is dirtiest any city’s least street)of mirror lying are each(why