#AmericanWriters
Picasso you give us things which bulge:grunting lungs pumped full o… you make us shrill
Doll’s boy ’s asleep under a stile he sees eight and twenty ladies in a line the first lady
in Just- spring when the world is mud… luscious the little lame baloonman whistles far and wee
OVER silent waters day descending night ascending floods the gentle glory of the sun… In a golden greeting
who sharpens every dull here comes the only man reminding with his bell to disappear a sun and out of houses pour
here is little Effie’s head whose brains are made of gingerbre… when the judgment day comes God will find six crumbs stooping by the coffinlid
why did you go little fourpaws? you forgot to shut your big eyes. where did you go?
XXX i sing of Olaf glad and big whose warmest heart recoiled at wa… a conscientious object—or his wellbelovéd colonel(trig
somebody knew Lincoln somebody Xe… this man:a narrow thudding timesha… plus innocuous winking hands, care… inhabits number 1 on something str… Spring comes
i have found what you are like the rain, (Who feathers frightened fields with the superior dust-of-sleep. w… easily the pale club of the wind
goodby Betty,don’t remember me pencil your eyes dear and have a g… with the tall tight boys at Tabari… s,keep your teeth snowy, stick to… wear dark,and where your meeting b…
it is funny, you will be dead some… By you the mouth hair eyes,and i m… the unique and nervously obscene need;it’s funny. They will all be… knead of lustfulhunched deeplytopl…
nobody loses all the time i had an uncle named Sol who was a born failure and nearly everybody said he should ha… into vaudeville perhaps because my…
if i believe in death be sure of this it is because you have loved me,
Thou in whose sword-great story sh… Of history her heroes, sounds the… Of those vast armies of the marchi… With standards and the neighing of… Moving to war across the smiling m…