#AmericanWriters #FreeVerse
Why pretend to remember the weather two years back? Why not? Listen close then repeat after others what they have just said and win a reputation for vivacity. Oh feed upon petals o...
I have discovered that most of the beauties of travel are due to the strange hours we keep to see t… the domes of the Church of the Paulist Fathers in Weehawken
so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain
The world begins again! Not wholly insufflated the blackbirds in the rain upon the dead topbranches of the living tree,
beauty is a shell from the sea where she rules triumphant till love has had its way with her scallops and
The over-all picture is winter icy mountains in the background the return from the hunt it is toward evening from the left
These are the desolate, dark weeks when nature in its barrenness equals the stupidity of man. The year plunges into night
The sky has given over its bitterness. Out of the dark change all day long rain falls and falls
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
Well, Lizzie Anderson! seventeen… the baby hard to find a father for… What will the good Father in Heav… to the local judge if he do not so… A little two-pointed smile and—pou…
Warm sun, quiet air an old man sits in the doorway of a broken house— boards for windows
ALL those treasures that lie in t… Mightier than the room of the star… All those treasures—I hold them i… Against the sides and the lid and… Crying that there is no sun come a…
Men with picked voices chant the n… of cities in a huge gallery: promi… that pull through descending stair… to a deep rumbling. The rubbing feet
You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! —if we were rich
All the complicated details of the attiring and the disattiring are completed! A liquid moon moves gently among