#AmericanWriters
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.
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
Soldiers never do die well; Crosses mark the places— Wooden crosses where they fell, Stuck above their faces. Soldiers pitch and cough and twitc…
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.
Never trust a white man, Never kill a Jew, Never sign a contract, Never rent a pew. Don’t enlist in armies;
Some came in chains Unrepentant but tired. Too tired but to stumble. Thinking and hating were finished Thinking and fighting were finishe…
They sucked us in; King and country, Christ Almighty And the rest. Patriotism,
If my Valentine you won’t be, I’ll hang myself on your Christma…
Men went happily to death But they were not the men Who marched For years Up to the line.
So now, Losing the three last night, Taking them back today, Dripping and dark the woods . . .
He tried to spit out the truth; Dry—mouthed at first, He drooled and slobbered in the en… Truth dribbling his chin.
Desire and All the sweet pulsing aches And gentle hurtings That were you, Are gone into the sullen dark.