#AmericanWriters
Flowers through the window lavender and yellow changed by white curtains— Smell of cleanliness— Sunshine of late afternoon—
At ten AM the young housewife moves about in negligee behind the wooden walls of her husband’s… I pass solitary in my car. Then again she comes to the curb
Her body is not so white as anemone petals nor so smooth ——nor so remote a thing. It is a field of the wild carrot taking the field by force; the grass
Subtle, clever brain, wiser than… by what devious means do you contr… to remain idle? Teach me, O maste…
Each time it rings I think it is for me but it is not for me nor for anyone it merely
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…
Take it out in vile whisky, take i… in lifting your skirts to show you… crotches; it is this that is inten… You are it. Your pleas will alway… You too will always go up with the…
It was an icy day. We buried the cat, then took her box and set fire to it in the back yard.
I must tell you this young tree whose round and firm trunk between the wet pavement and the gutter
Rather notice, mon cher, that the moon is titled above the point of the steeple than that its color
You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! —if we were rich
The coroner’s merry little childre… Have such twinkling brown eyes. Their father is not of gay men And their mother jocular in no wis… Yet the coroner’s merry little chi…
It is cold. The white moon is up among her scattered stars— like the bare thighs of the Police Sergeant’s wife—among her five children . . .
I feel the caress of my own finger… on my own neck as I place my colla… and think pityingly of the kind women I have known.
The half-stripped trees struck by a wind together, bending all, the leaves flutter drily and refuse to let go