#AmericanWriters
STILL and calm, In purple robes of kings, The low-lying mountains sleep at t… The forests cover them like mantle… Day and night
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…
What a boom! boom! Sounds among the honeysuckles! Saying, 'Room! room! Hold your breath and mind your knu… And a fairy birdling bright
I have not where to lay my head: Upon my breast no child shall lie; For me no marriage feast is spread… I walk alone under the sky.
Dear Wanderer’ The sky is gray, With flecks of blue The clouds rush over. A bird is singing
WHEN sunshine met the wave, Then love was born; Then Venus rose to save A world forlorn. For light a thousand wings
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
Art thou he?' The seer and sage, the hero and lo… The man of men, then away from the… day Come with me!
O Mother of that heap of clay, so… Now do you stare at death, woman,… Now do you long to fare afar, and… Where he must wander all alone, hi… But I now, but I now—
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…
Have you forgotten’you, the chie… The art-director, president, What not, of the establishment’ Forgot how for a moment brief The whole show, all our strife and…
As I lie roofed in, screened in, From the pattering rain, The summer rain’ As I lie Snug and dry,
Go sleep, my sweetie’rest’rest… Oh soft little hand on mother’s br… Oh soft little lips’the din’s mo… Over and done, my dearie one! What do I think, my brother? Look…
Would you not be in Tryon Now that the spring is here, When mocking-birds are praising The fresh, the blossomy year? Look—on the leafy carpet
Through the red dusk of war they f… From Shiloh to the sea. Black fumes from shattered bolts t… Withered the colors three, And crimson rains made sombre stai…