#AmericanWriters
Workingmen believed He busted trusts, And put his picture in their windo… 'What he’d have done in France!' They said.
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…
Desire and All the sweet pulsing aches And gentle hurtings That were you, Are gone into the sullen dark.
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,
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,
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall… want him for long.
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 ...
Men went happily to death But they were not the men Who marched For years Up to the line.
Some came in chains Unrepentant but tired. Too tired but to stumble. Thinking and hating were finished Thinking and fighting were finishe…
If my Valentine you won’t be, I’ll hang myself on your Christma…
He tried to spit out the truth; Dry—mouthed at first, He drooled and slobbered in the en… Truth dribbling his chin.
Drummed their boots on the camion… Hob—nailed boots on the camion flo… Sergeants stiff, Corporals sore. Lieutenant thought of a Mestre wh…
A porcupine skin, Stiff with bad tanning, It must have ended somewhere. Stuffed horned owl Pompous