#AmericanWriters
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…
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
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…
What body can be ploughed, Sown, and broken yearly? But she would not die, she vowed, But she has, nearly. Sing, heart sing;
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
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…
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…
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…
Men loved wholly beyond wisdom Have the staff without the banner. Like a fire in a dry thicket Rising within women’s eyes Is the love men must return.
The dark is thrown Back from the brightness, like hai… Cast over a shoulder. I am alone, Four years older;
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…
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
She has attained the permanence She dreamed of, where old stones l… Untended stalks blow over her Even and swift, like young men run… Always in the heart she loved