#AmericanWriters #Epigram
He tried to spit out the truth; Dry—mouthed at first, He drooled and slobbered in the en… Truth dribbling his chin.
If my Valentine you won’t be, I’ll hang myself on your Christma…
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
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.
Never trust a white man, Never kill a Jew, Never sign a contract, Never rent a pew. Don’t enlist in armies;
I’m off’n wild wimmen An Cognac An Sinnin’ For I’m in loOOOOOOOve.
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,
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.
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.
So now, Losing the three last night, Taking them back today, Dripping and dark the woods . . .
I like Canadians. They are so unlike Americans. They go home at night. Their cigarettes don’t smell bad. Their hats fit.
