#AmericanWriters #Epigram
Desire and All the sweet pulsing aches And gentle hurtings That were you, Are gone into the sullen dark.
A porcupine skin, Stiff with bad tanning, It must have ended somewhere. Stuffed horned owl Pompous
If my Valentine you won’t be, I’ll hang myself on your Christma…
I’m off’n wild wimmen An Cognac An Sinnin’ For I’m in loOOOOOOOve.
So now, Losing the three last night, Taking them back today, Dripping and dark the woods . . .
For we have thought the longer tho… And gone the shorter way. And we have danced to devils’ tune… Shivering home to pray; To serve one master in the night,
Workingmen believed He busted trusts, And put his picture in their windo… 'What he’d have done in France!' They said.
Some came in chains Unrepentant but tired. Too tired but to stumble. Thinking and hating were finished Thinking and fighting were finishe…
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 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.
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…
I like Canadians. They are so unlike Americans. They go home at night. Their cigarettes don’t smell bad. Their hats fit.
They sucked us in; King and country, Christ Almighty And the rest. Patriotism,
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 ...
