#AmericanWriters
As he dictates to her Does she love you?—well, I wonder… Married twenty years, they say! You, so bald and fat and funny, Grubbing like a mole for money?
I Love to sit in the sun And watch the foaming Lyell Leap over its granite bed. I love these days that run On a burnished golden dial
Flowers grow in the grass, Baby footfalls pass Over the fields once red, Over the hero’s head— For Peace.
Moscow White Moscow of the pearly towers… And golden domes for praise, And chiming hours! Red Moscow of the Kremlin walls,
To the world-wanderer Samarkand i… The broad Pacific but a narrow st… To him old China at the Asian gat… A neighbor is, an elder brother de… Toward savage coasts he dares his…
WHEN sunshine met the wave, Then love was born; Then Venus rose to save A world forlorn. For light a thousand wings
October I5th, 1910. My friend, dear friend, why should… Over the Babel of voices, suddenl… Calling as from the new world to t… Hush!—are you weary? would you fol…
STILL and calm, In purple robes of kings, The low-lying mountains sleep at t… The forests cover them like mantle… Day and night
Look at her—there she sits upon he… As ladylike and quiet as a nun! But if you cross her—whew! her thu… Will shake the earth! She’s proud… The beauty—knows her royal busines…
Sometimes I laugh’what else can… Who does not know? This little eg… Braving the void, this fleck upon… This filmy wing sounding the starr… What bold abysmal incongruity,
BESIDE her ashen hearth she sat… Whence he she loved had fled,— His children plucking at her sombr… And calling for the dead. One came to her clad in the robes…
Earth bears her sorrow gladly, lik… Her young face glowing through the… The storms that threaten her, the… Kindle a deeper color. She has wo… Graces that please the high-enthro…
While I walk the pavement sooty In the town, Tread the stony path of duty Up and down, Oh, the Kern, all clad in beauty—
Three crosses rose on Calvary aga… Each with its living burden, each… And all the ages watched there, an… One bore the God incarnate, revil… Who through the woe he suffered fo…
O Love, my love, it’s over then’… Your heart flies free; And it’s now no more us two again, The door on you and me. And it’s now no more the supper sp…