#AmericanWriters
(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...
Moon of leaves, Moon of the falling leaves, To you I bring the slippers of the sun. That you may dance upon the
they have walked through the gatew… of my eyes they have climbed the mountains of my body they have marched across the deser…
You’ve slipped from out your eveni… Before the polished lookingglass,… Unclasping frail corsage, while yo… Your blushing charms. Your waywar… Intrigue, as slowly you remove the…
X., peasant, aged thirty-four and a half; Sun-Worshipper. Father and Mother were hard drinkers. Since his fifth year patient has had epileptic convulsions-i.e. he falls down unconscious...
What is your feeling about the rev… The revolutionary spirit of our… In Nine Decades a Mad Queen shall be born.
I have invited our little seamstress to take her thread and needle and sew our two mouths together. I have asked the village blacksmith to forge golden chains to tie our ankles together...
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...
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…
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...
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
the colors have begun to form silvergray with cramoisy and gold into an arrow carved by storm beyond the fear of new and old and where the arrow fits the bow
I think I understand you, Baudela… With all your strangeness and perv… You whose fierce hatred of dull wo… Led you to seek your macabre visio… Where shrouded night came creeping…
My soul has suffered breaking on t… Flogging with lead, and felt the t… Of barbèd hooks and jagged points… Peine forte et dure, slow burning… Blinding and branding, stripping o…
Thorn beneath the milk-white Crowned with In the flesh Thorns beneath the Rose without