#AmericanWriters
Wife Reach out your arms, and hold me c… Tell me there are no memories of y… That mar this love of ours, so gre… Husband
I love your lips when they’re wet… And red with a wild desire; I love your eyes when the loveligh… Lit with a passionate fire. I love your arms when the warm whi…
Nay, nay, Antonio! nay, thou shal… My Gracia, who hath so deserted m… Thou art my friend, but if thou do… I shall not hesitate to challenge… ‘Curse and forget her?’ So I migh…
An idle rhyme of the summer time, Sweet, and solemn, and tender; Fair with the haze of the moon’s p… Bright with the sunset’s splendour… Summer and beauty over the lands -
Three million women without mates In lonely homes on earth! And Cupid sighs at heaven’s gates… Where many a spirit ego waits Its call again to birth.
I own the charms of lovely Nature… In human nature more delight I fi… Though sweet the murmuring voices… I much prefer the voices of my kin… I like the roar of cities. In the…
All in the beautiful Autumn weath… One thought lingers with me and st… Death and winter are coming togeth… Though both are veiled by the ambe… I look on the forest of royal sple…
Some cawing Crows, a hooting Owl, A Hawk, a Canary, an old Marsh-F… One day all meet together To hold a caucus and settle the fa… Of a certain bird (without a mate)…
‘What’s in a glass of wine?’ There, set the glass where I can… Now listen to me, friend, while I… And tell you what I see– What I behold with my far-reachin…
Why do we pity those who weep? Th… That finds a ready outlet in the f… Of salt and bitter tears is blesse… And does not need our sympathies.… But fits the shorn field for new y…
We plucked a red rose, you and I All in the summer weather; Sweet its perfume and rare its blo… Enjoyed by us together. The rose is dead, the summer fled,
Fire! Fire! Fire! the cry rang ou… The roving winds caught it up, and… Louder and louder still, by voices… The cry went up and out and a nati… ‘Come, for the love of God, and h…
I saw a mother give wine to her bo… The rain-drops fall and fall: The pride of his parents, a househ… A mother’s blessing, her all. I saw the cheek of the youth grow…
’Twixt what thou art, and what tho… No “If” arise on which to lay the… Man makes a mountain of that puny… But, like a blade of grass before… It falls and withers when a human…
‘He that hath an ear, let him hear… St. John the Divine. The Spirit says unto the churches… ‘Ere ever the churches began I lived in the centre of Being–