#AmericanWriters
has not altered;— a place as kind as it is green, the greenest place I’ve never seen… Every name is a tune. Denunciations do not affect
Fragments of sin are a part of me. New brooms shall sweep clean the h… Shall they? Shall they? When this light life shall have pa… God shall redeem me, a castaway.
The pin-swin or spine-swine (the edgehog miscalled hedgehog) w… echidna and echinoderm in distress… pin-cushion thorn-fur coats, the s… the rhino with horned snout–
The illustration is nothing to you without the appl… You lack half wit. You crush all… into close conformity, and then wa… on them.
There is a great amount of poetry… fastidiousness. Certain Ming products, imperial floor coverings… wheel yellow, are well enough in t… that I like better—a
Openly, yes, With the naturalness Of the hippopotamus or the alligat… When it climbs out on the bank to… Sun, I do these
I, too, dislike it: there are thin… all this fiddle. Reading it, however, with a perfec… discovers in it after all, a place for the genu…
“No water so still as the dead fountains of Versailles.” No… with swart blind look askance and gondoliering legs, so fine as the chinz china one with fawn—
Lest by diminished vitality and ab… vigilance, I become food for croco… of gluttony which is legion. It is… on either side of me. You remember the Israelite…
Not a mere blowing flame— A clinking ash, I feel—with shame… At malendeavor in your service. But as Jehoshaphat said on that o… Old Testament history,
Those various sounds, consistently indis… struck from thin glasses successiv… the inflection disguised: your hai… fighting—cocks head to head in sto…
If external action is effete and rhyme is outmoded, I shall revert to you, Habakkuk, as when in a Bible clas… the teacher was speaking of unrhym…
or what is closer to the truth, when I look at that of which I ma… I fix upon what would give me plea… the satire upon curiousity in whic… than the intensity of the mood;
In speaking of ‘aspiration,’ From the recesses of a pen more do… itself, Were you presenting us with one mo… French drollery,
Beauty and Beauty’s son and rosem… Venus and Love, her son, to speak… born of the sea supposedly, at Christmas each, in company, braids a garland of festivity.