#AmericanWriters
The Old Year groaned as he trudge… His guilty shadow black on the sno… And the heart of the glad New Yea… At the road Time bade him go. “O Gaffer Time, is it blood-road…
SPINDRIFT white shall her vict… On the ivory quay, untrod By living feet, when she nears Gh… To point her out to God. The Babies Of The 'Lusitania’
What will you give to a barefoot l… Morning with breath like wine? Wade, bare feet! In my wide moras… Starry marigolds shine. Alms, sweet Noon, for a barefoot…
1899 Who would trust England, let him… To Nelson, columned o’er Trafalga… Her hieroglyph of duty, written wh… The roar of traffic hushes to the…
THE cup, the ruby cup Whence anguish drips, At last is lifted up Against our lips. Though we, till seas run dry,
O beautiful for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties Above the fruited plain! America! America!
RED, white, blue, the flag that l… Stripes as red as blood well shed… Now ’tis ours to storm the towers… Freedom’s sons who front the guns… Fly the flag from dome and steeple…
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…
IN seas far north, day after day We leaned upon the rail, engrossed In frolic fin and jewel spray And crystal headlands of the coast… Those beauties held so long in gaz…
Carnage! Humanity disgraced! Time’s dearest toil effaced! Poison gases and flame Putting Nero to shame!
SHRUNKEN little bodies, pallid… Eyes of staring terror, innocence… Tiny bones that strew the sand of… —This upon our own star where Jes… Broken buds of April, is there an…
WHITE year, white year, Muffled soft in snow, A diamond spray whose gems are gon… Before their grace we know, A crystal-coated spray whose hours
A WHIFF of forest scent, Balsam and fern, Won from dreary mood My heart’s return, From its discontent,
WHEN Cap’n Tom comes home, and… Is opened, oh, the shells that rai… Tossed on far shores, by us to be… When Cap’n Tom comes home! Cocoanuts for which gray, chatteri…
Across New England snows Flash visions from afar, Lithe gipsies on their toes Dancing to gay guitar; With gesture fierce, bizarre,