#AmericanWriters
I bought a dish mop— having no daughter— for they had twisted fine ribbons of shining copper about white twine
The over-all picture is winter icy mountains in the background the return from the hunt it is toward evening from the left
This horrible but superb painting the parable of the blind without a red in the composition shows a group of beggars leading
If you had come away with me into another state we had been quiet together. But there the sun coming up out of the nothing beyond the lake…
Tho’ I’m no Catholic I listen hard when the bells in the yellow—brick tower of their new church ring down the leaves
In Brueghel’s great picture, The… the dancers go round, they go roun… around, the squeal and the blare a… tweedle of bagpipes, a bugle and f… tipping their bellies (round as th…
Rather notice, mon cher, that the moon is titled above the point of the steeple than that its color
Winter is long in this climate and spring—a matter of a few days only,—a flower or two picked from mud or from among wet leaves or at best against treacherous
the back wings of the hospital where nothing will grow lie
As the cat climbed over the top of the jamcloset first the right
This particular thing, whether it be four pinches of four divers white powders cleverly compounded to cure surely, safely, pleasantly a painful twitching of the eyelids or say a pe...
munching a plum on the street a paper bag of them in her hand They taste good to her They taste good
The sky has given over its bitterness. Out of the dark change all day long rain falls and falls
A power-house in the shape of a red brick chair 90 feet high on the seat of which
Love is twain, it is not single, Gold and silver mixed to one, Passion 'tis and pain which ming… Glist’ring then for aye undone. Pain it is not; wondering pity