#AmericanWriters
The only man I ever loved Said good bye And went away He was killed in Picardy On a sunny day.
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
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
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,
So now, Losing the three last night, Taking them back today, Dripping and dark the woods . . .
Desire and All the sweet pulsing aches And gentle hurtings That were you, Are gone into the sullen dark.
Soldiers never do die well; Crosses mark the places— Wooden crosses where they fell, Stuck above their faces. Soldiers pitch and cough and twitc…
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall… want him for long.
I like Canadians. They are so unlike Americans. They go home at night. Their cigarettes don’t smell bad. Their hats fit.
He tried to spit out the truth; Dry—mouthed at first, He drooled and slobbered in the en… Truth dribbling his chin.
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.
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 ...
