#AmericanWriters
Where bold Sierras cut the sky Mount Whitney, of the high most h… Halts the pale clouds that wander… We crept and climbed with eager fe… Until the world, fulfilled, comple…
After the months of torpor, Weakness and ache and strain, After this day’s deep drowning In stormy seas of pain— To feel your hand, my baby,
The Fisk Street turbine power sta… The invisible wheels go softly rou… Light is the tread of brazen-foote… Spirits of air, caged in the iron… Sing as they labor with a purring…
As I lie roofed in, screened in, From the pattering rain, The summer rain’ As I lie Snug and dry,
Dear Wanderer’ The sky is gray, With flecks of blue The clouds rush over. A bird is singing
THE lady in front of me in the ca… With little red coils close over h… Is talking with her friend; And the circle of ostrich foam aro… Curving over like a wave,
He built a tower for all to see, With sun-washed gardens planted wi… And there with pomp of pageantry, With men-at-arms and minstrelsy And moonbeam ladies fair and free,
The cactus in the desert stands Like time’s inviolate sentinel, Watching the sun-washed waste of s… Lest they their ancient secrets te… And the lost lore of mournful land…
Here you are, grand old sensualist… And here are the three goddesses displaying their charms to Paris. It was all one to you &mdash g… Your world was all curves of flesh
She grew, like other girls and flo… Sheltered and tended daintily; And told her dolls, through sunny… A prince would come her love to be… And none denied her as she grew
Poet, sing me a song to-day! But the world grows old and my hai… Ah no! there are birds on the lila… And a snow-drop out of the wet ear… Two chattering robins are planning…
Flowers grow in the grass, Baby footfalls pass Over the fields once red, Over the hero’s head— For Peace.
The wind comes riding down from he… Ho! wind of heaven, what do you br… Cool for the dawn, dew for the eve… And every sweetest thing. O wind of heaven, from pink clouds…
Your voice, beloved, on the living… Borne to me by the spirit powerful Who binds the atoms and leaps out… Great suns together! Ah, what mag… Strung for God’s fingers, sounds…
What has bent you, Warped and twisted you, Torn and crippled you? What has embittered you, O lonely tree?