#AmericanWriters
The green-blue ground is ruled with silver lines to say the sun is shining And on this moral sea of grass or dreams lie flowers
One leaves his leaves at home beomg a mullen and sends up a ligh… to peer from: I will have my way, yellow—A mast with a lantern, ten fifty, a hundred, smaller and smal…
Each time it rings I think it is for me but it is not for me nor for anyone it merely
Yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow! It is not a color. It is summer! It is the wind on a willow, the lap of waves, the shadow
What have I to say to you When we shall meet? Yet— I lie here thinking of you. The stain of love
beauty is a shell from the sea where she rules triumphant till love has had its way with her scallops and
NOW that I have cooled to you Let there be gold of tarnished mas… Temples soothed by the sun to ruin That sleep utterly. Give me hand for the dances,
A three-day-long rain from the eas… an terminable talking, talking of no consequence—patter, patter,… Hand in hand little winds blow the thin streams aslant.
She sits with tears on her cheek her cheek on her hand
It’s a strange courage you give me ancient star: Shine alone in the sunrise toward which you lend no part!
A rumpled sheet Of brown paper About the length And apparent bulk Of a man was
contend in a sea which the land pa… shielding them from the too—heavy… of an ungoverned ocean which when… tortures the biggest hulls, the be… to pit against its beatings, and s…
Paterson lies in the valley under… its spent waters forming the outli… lies on his right side, head near… of the waters filling his dreams!… his dreams walk about the city whe…
Gagarin says, in ecstasy, he could have gone on forever he floated ate and sang
By constantly tormenting them with reminders of the lice in their children’s hair, the School Physician first brought their hatred down on him.