#AmericanWriters
When trouble comes your soul to tr… You love the friend who just “stan… Perhaps there’s nothing he can do’ The thing is strictly up to you; For there are troubles all your ow…
An old willow with hollow branches slowly swayed his few high gright… and sang: Love is a young green willow shimmering at the bare wood’s edge…
Leaves are graygreen, the glass broken, bright green.
The over-all picture is winter icy mountains in the background the return from the hunt it is toward evening from the left
Oh, black Persian cat! Was not your life already cursed with offspring? We took you for rest to that old Yankee farm, —so lonely
It is a satisfaction a joy to have one of those in the house. when she takes a bath
School is over. It is too hot to walk at ease. At ease in light frocks they walk the stre… to while the time away. They have grown tall. They hold
I have had my dream—like others— and it has come to nothing, so tha… I remain now carelessly with feet planted on the ground and look up at the sky—
When over the flowery, sharp pastu… edge, unseen, the salt ocean lifts its form—chicory and daisies tied, released, seem hardly flower… but color and the movement—or the…
It’s all in the sound. A song. Seldom a song. It should be a song—made of particulars, wasps,
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
A power-house in the shape of a red brick chair 90 feet high on the seat of which
Gagarin says, in ecstasy, he could have gone on forever he floated at and sang
Nude bodies like peeled logs sometimes give off a sweetest odor, man and woman under the trees in full excess matching the cushion of
unless there is a new mind there cannot be a new line