#Americans #Women #XXCentury #XXICentury
The image that haunts me is not be… I do not think it will open into a… of wildflowers; I doubt that it wi… wing suddenly, startling us into a… It is one of those brutish facts o…
This morning’s minion was white-sh… sat on the stone wall, not caught… Slow and heavy, awkward on his thi… legs, he hopped sideways down the… There would be no bright buckling…
It was homemade and primitive, like pulling a tooth with a string and a slamming door, like taking o… an appendix by kerosene light where dogs wandered in and out
I come across your old letters, the words still clinging to the pa… holding onto their places patientl… with no intention of abandoning the white spaces. They say
My father’s farm is an apple bloss… He keeps his hills in dandelion ca… and weaves a lane of lilacs betwee… and the jack-in-the-pulpits. His sleek cows ripple in the pastu…
Body is something you need in orde… on this planet and you only get on… And no matter which one you get, i… be satisfactory. It will not be be… enough, it will not be fast enough…
Notice how you show up here and th… the words I use, that there are sm… that only you would notice, especi… notice that I am saying things tha… said before. And see how easy it i…
It is mid-October. The trees are… their autumnal glory (red, yellow-… orange) outside the classroom wher… take the mid-term, sniffling softl… identifying lines from Blake or K…
I have forgotten the words, and therefore I shall not conceive of a mysterious salvation, I shall not become a tall lily and bloom into blue and white. Then what
The problem was a different sense… He was all couplets, heroic and cl… I always wanted to carry on, one l… into the next, never reaching an e… or, if I did, imagining it might b…
This morning in Dingle, the cloud… bellied down over the mountains and broke into grey, white, and bl… Winds flagged through the palm tre… that the man from the “Big House”
I began to forget him as I wrote,… every word he said with a long wav… ink that drowned the sound of his… and washed away all traces of his hands.
Assuming a virtue if I had it not, I assumed that virtue would find me, which it did, and found me lacking… and lacking it, I had to assume
What am I to you now that you are… longer what you used to be to me? Who are we to each other now that there is no us, now that what we o… were is divided into me and you
When I stepped ashore in this bod… I was recognized at once and given a name. My bones were smaller, but the sha… of the cheek and the chin