#AmericanWriters
What is your feeling about the rev… The revolutionary spirit of our… In Nine Decades a Mad Queen shall be born.
What chance have snakes upon an as… When giant limousines go gliding b… Of courtesans resolved to gratify The lust of lovers seeking new abo… I do not envy the unfriended toad
Moon of leaves, Moon of the falling leaves, To you I bring the slippers of the sun. That you may dance upon the
Mad day flags crackling in the dawn the sharp intensity of drink dentelleries thrown over the mill fire sun and candlelight and at midnight I squeeze the juice of the silver fruit of th...
(Self-Portrait) Omens and Astrology. A desert flat and undisturbed, stupid and forlorn. Sunless. a caravan of failures. Pons Asinorum and the Feast of the Ass and revolt against standar...
Thorn beneath the milk-white Crowned with In the flesh Thorns beneath the Rose without
You business men with your large desks with your stenographers and your bell-boys and your private telephones I say to you these are the four walls of your cage. You are tame as canarie...
I never go to church to pray Among the crowded pews Nor kneel before a crucifix To hail the king of Jews I never say a prayer
Why should I be subsevient to fat… Si peu de chose before a giant wor… Poor little ship with little sail… To catch the sun-breze at the harb… Why should I be a coal within the…
Unwedded from the world, I stray… To where a pool lies mirrored in t… A disk of polished gold that I ha… With labours not unknown to Hercu… Slender they bathe, all naked as a…
An Arab beats upon a kettle drum, And tuneless is the wailing of the… As on the sands a slavegirl execut… Her dance of wantonwild delirium; Her body swaying like a pendulum
Proud panoply of fans and frankinc… Gold blare of trumpets, flowered r… Unnumbered symbols of magnificence… To lead Salome through the palace… Where loud the prophet of the Lor…
I exchange eyes with the Mad Qu… the mirror crashes against my fa… and bursts into a thousand suns all over the city flags crackle… fog horns scream in the harbor
what was the moment of coition lik… come Zariba let down your gates turn turtle all you captives of th… square suns walled in by darkness from the cry…
Raymonde If it were not for you I would not be glad today And I would continue to dream Of lovely ladies in lands long ago