#AmericanWriters
Some came in chains Unrepentant but tired. Too tired but to stumble. Thinking and hating were finished Thinking and fighting were finishe…
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…
Workingmen believed He busted trusts, And put his picture in their windo… 'What he’d have done in France!' They said.
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.
I like Canadians. They are so unlike Americans. They go home at night. Their cigarettes don’t smell bad. Their hats fit.
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 ...
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.
A porcupine skin, Stiff with bad tanning, It must have ended somewhere. Stuffed horned owl Pompous
They sucked us in; King and country, Christ Almighty And the rest. Patriotism,
So now, Losing the three last night, Taking them back today, Dripping and dark the woods . . .
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
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