#AmericanWriters
The dark is thrown Back from the brightness, like hai… Cast over a shoulder. I am alone, Four years older;
Up from the bronze, I saw Water without a flaw Rush to its rest in air, Reach to its rest, and fall. Bronze of the blackest shade,
Here, in the withered arbor, like… Straight sides, carven knees, Stands the statue, with hands flun… Or remonstrances. Over the lintel sway the woven bra…
This youth too long has heard the… Of waters in a land of change. He goes to see what suns can make From soil more indurate and strang… He cuts what holds his days togeth…
Women have no wilderness in them, They are provident instead, Content in the tight hot cell of t… To eat dusty bread. They do not see cattle cropping re…
To me, one silly task is like anot… I bare the shambling tricks of lus… This flesh will never give a child… Song, like a wing, tears through m… And madness chooses out my voice a…
O God, in the dream the terrible… To paw at the air, and make for me… Fear kept for thirty-five years po… And retribution equally old, or ne… Coward complete, I lay and wept o…
Nothing was remembered, nothing fo… When we awoke, wagons were passing… The window-sills were wet from rai… Birds scattered and settled over c… As among grotesque trees.
When beauty breaks and falls asund… I feel no grief for it, but wonder… When love, like a frail shell, lie… I keep no chip of it for token. I never had a man for friend
I’ve come to give you fruit from… Of wide report. I have trees there that bear me ma… Of every sort: Clear, streaked; red and russet; g…
At midnight tears Run in your ears.
In fear of the rich mouth I kissed the thin,— Even that was a trap To snare me in. Even she, so long
I do not know where either of us c… Just at first, waking from the sle… I do not know how we can bear The river struck by the gold plumm… Or many trees shaken together in t…
It is yourself you seek In a long rage, Scanning through light and darknes… Mirrors, the page, Where should reflected be
Come, let us tell the weeds in dit… How we are poor, who once had rich… And lie out in the sparse and sodd… Pastures that the cows have trodde… The while an autumn night seals do…