#AmericanWriters
Nude bodies like peeled logs sometimes give off a sweetest odor, man and woman under the trees in full excess matching the cushion of
I’ve fond anticipation of a day O’erfilled with pure diversion pre… For I must read a lady poesy The while we glide by many a leafy… Hid deep in rushes, where at rando…
A day on the boulevards chosen out… student poverty! One best day out… Berket in high spirits—"Ha, orang… And he made to snatch an orange fr… Now so clever was the deception, s…
"Sweet land" at last! out of sea— the Venusremembering wavelets rippling with laughter—
The murderer’s little daughter who is barely ten years old jerks her shoulders right and left so as to catch a glimpse of me
I will teach you my towns… how to perform a funeral… for you have it over a tr… of artists— unless one should scour t…
Let the snake wait under his weed and the writing be of words, slow and quick, sharp to strike, quiet to wait,
The grass is very green, my friend… and tousled, like the head of —— your grandson, yes? And the mounta… the mountain we climbed twenty years since for the last
THERE is a bird in the poplars— It is the sun! The leaves are little yellow fish Swimming in the river; The bird skims above them—
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
Fools have big wombs. For the rest?'here is pennyroyal if one knows to use it. But time is only another liar, so go along the wall a little further: if blackberries prove bitter...
Among the rain and lights I saw the figure 5 in gold on a red
Summer! the painting is organized about a young reaper enjoying his noonday rest
In the flashes and black shadows of July the days, locked in each other’s a… seem still so that squirrels and colored bird…
From the Nativity which I have already celebrated the Babe in its Mother’s arms the Wise Men in their stolen splendor