#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 ...
So now, Losing the three last night, Taking them back today, Dripping and dark the woods . . .
Drummed their boots on the camion… Hob—nailed boots on the camion flo… Sergeants stiff, Corporals sore. Lieutenant thought of a Mestre wh…
Men went happily to death But they were not the men Who marched For years Up to the line.
A porcupine skin, Stiff with bad tanning, It must have ended somewhere. Stuffed horned owl Pompous
The only man I ever loved Said good bye And went away He was killed in Picardy On a sunny day.
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…
They sucked us in; King and country, Christ Almighty And the rest. Patriotism,
Workingmen believed He busted trusts, And put his picture in their windo… 'What he’d have done in France!' They said.
I’m off’n wild wimmen An Cognac An Sinnin’ For I’m in loOOOOOOOve.
I like Canadians. They are so unlike Americans. They go home at night. Their cigarettes don’t smell bad. Their hats fit.
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall… want him for long.
Desire and All the sweet pulsing aches And gentle hurtings That were you, Are gone into the sullen dark.