#AmericanWriters #Epigram
At the lake shore there was another rowboat drawn up. The two Indians stood waiting. Nick and his father got in the stern of the boat and the Indians shoved it off and one of them ...
I like Canadians. They are so unlike Americans. They go home at night. Their cigarettes don’t smell bad. Their hats fit.
I’m off’n wild wimmen An Cognac An Sinnin’ For I’m in loOOOOOOOve.
In the rain in the rain in the rai… Does it rain in Spain? Oh yes my dear on the contrary and… The dancers dance in long white pa… It isn’t right to yence your aunts
If my Valentine you won’t be, I’ll hang myself on your Christma…
So now, Losing the three last night, Taking them back today, Dripping and dark the woods . . .
Workingmen believed He busted trusts, And put his picture in their windo… 'What he’d have done in France!' They said.
There are never any suicides in th… No successful suicides. A Chinese boy kills himself and i… (they continue to place his mail i… A Norwegian boy kills himself and…
Men went happily to death But they were not the men Who marched For years Up to the line.
The only man I ever loved Said good bye And went away He was killed in Picardy On a sunny day.
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall… want him for long.
The age demanded that we sing And cut away our tongue. The age demanded that we flow And hammered in the bung. The age demanded that we dance
There was a cat named Crazy Chris… Who never lived long enough to scr… He was gay hearted, young and hand… And all the secrets of life he kne… He would always arrive on time for…
Desire and All the sweet pulsing aches And gentle hurtings That were you, Are gone into the sullen dark.
Drummed their boots on the camion… Hob—nailed boots on the camion flo… Sergeants stiff, Corporals sore. Lieutenant thought of a Mestre wh…
