#AmericanWriters
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
I’m off’n wild wimmen An Cognac An Sinnin’ For I’m in loOOOOOOOve.
Workingmen believed He busted trusts, And put his picture in their windo… 'What he’d have done in France!' They said.
A porcupine skin, Stiff with bad tanning, It must have ended somewhere. Stuffed horned owl Pompous
Soldiers never do die well; Crosses mark the places— Wooden crosses where they fell, Stuck above their faces. Soldiers pitch and cough and twitc…
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,
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall… want him for long.
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…
If my Valentine you won’t be, I’ll hang myself on your Christma…
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 ...
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.
