#AmericanWriters
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…
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…
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
In fear of the rich mouth I kissed the thin,— Even that was a trap To snare me in. Even she, so long
You have put your two hands upon m… You have said my name as a prayer. Here where trees are planted by th… I have watched your eyes, cleansed… And your lips, closed over all tha…
Beautiful, my delight, Pass, as we pass the wave. Pass, as the mottled night Leaves what it cannot save, Scattering dark and bright.
She has no need to fear the fall Of harvest from the laddered reach Of orchards, nor the tide gone ebb… From the steep beach. Nor hold to pain’s effrontery
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…
I burned my life, that I might fi… A passion wholly of the mind, Thought divorced from eye and bone… Ecstasy come to breath alone. I broke my life, to seek relief
At midnight tears Run in your ears.
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…
Now that I have your face by hear… Less at its features than its dark… Where quince and melon, yellow as… Lie with quilled dahlias and the s… Beyond, a garden, There, in insol…
I had come to the house, in a cave… Facing a sheer sky. Everything moved,—a bell hung read… Sun and reflection wheeled by. When the bare eyes were before me
We have struck the regions wherein… The wind breaks over us, And against high sharp angles almo… And these are of fear or grief. Like a ship, we have struck expect…
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,