#AmericanWriters
WHAT sudden voice peals to the C… To Finland and the bitter Caspian… To those Siberian prisons whither… Shall seek as to a shrine, that mu… Divine word Liberty? Impetuous
GOD made a day of blue and gold, Sweet as a violet, As merry as a marigold; It may be shining yet In some blest vale, some dreamy de…
At the crowded gangway they kissed… He had half a mind to scold her. An officer’s mother and not keep d… The epaulet on his shoulder. He had forgotten mother and fame,
THIS tattered catechism weaves a… Invoking from the Long Ago a chil… Who deemed her fledgling soul so s… She practised with a candle-flame… Burning small fingers, that would…
Carnage! Humanity disgraced! Time’s dearest toil effaced! Poison gases and flame Putting Nero to shame!
OUR neighbor of the undefended bo… Friend of the hundred years of pea… Fellow adventurer on the enchanted… Of the New World, must not the pa… Our hearts for this wide anguish o…
THE night was loud with tumult; t… Sheer from their roots by the deli… In some waste dreamland wandered a… A smitten soul, bewildered, broken… The mists had lifted; evanescent g…
FRAGRANT are the cedar-boughs… Feasting-halls where waxwings flit… But O the pine, the questing pine… To search the secret of the sun an… Rueful hemlocks, gaunt and old, wi…
Not the Prussian, the forsworn, By whose fury overborne, Martyred Belgium, you lie Bruised with all injury. Through your peace red paths he cl…
‘APOLLO laughs,’ the proverb te… Far echo of old oracles, A Delphic waif, ''Once in the y… Apollo laughs.' O laughter clear As sunshine, blithe as golden bell…
YOUNG, the naked stoker who went Mad with the fires and leapt to th… Boyhood still in the voice that se… One shrill cry back from eternity. Perchance from the phosphorescent…
THE fragrant air is full of down, Of floating, fleecy things From some forgotten fairy town Where all the folk wear wings. Or else the snowflakes, soft array…
ONE summer day, gleaming in memor… We drove, my Joy and I, Through fragrant hawthorn lanes Gold-fringed with wisps of rye Brushed off the harvest wains,
Bodies glad, erect, Beautiful with youth, Life’s elect, Nature’s truth, Marching host on host,
The day was hotter than words can… So hot the jelly-fish wouldn’t jel… The halibut went all to butter, And the catfish had only force to… A faint sea-mew - aye, though some…