#AmericanWriters
It’s a strange courage you give me ancient star: Shine alone in the sunrise toward which you lend no part!
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...
They tell me on the morrow I must… This winter eyrie for a southern f… And truth to tell I tremble with… At thought of such unheralded repr… E’er have I known December in a w…
It’s all in the sound. A song. Seldom a song. It should be a song—made of particulars, wasps,
Lady of dusk-wood fastnesses, Thou art my Lady. I have known the crisp, splinterin… White, slender through green sapli… I have lain by thee on the brown f…
A rumpled sheet Of brown paper About the length And apparent bulk Of a man was
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…
Gagarin says, in ecstasy, he could have gone on forever he floated ate and sang
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
From the Nativity which I have already celebrated the Babe in its Mother’s arms the Wise Men in their stolen splendor
Little round moon up there—wait awhile—do not walk so quickly. I could sing you a song—: Wine clear the sky is and the stars no bigger than sparks! Wait for me and next winter we’ll bui...
The pure products of America go crazy— mountain folk from Kentucky or the ribbed north end of Jersey
If when my wife is sleeping and the baby and Kathleen are sleeping and the sun is a flame-white disc in silken mists
Upon the table in their bowl in violent disarray of yellow sprays, green spikes of leaves, red pointed petals and curled heads of blue
By constantly tormenting them with reminders of the lice in their children’s hair, the School Physician first brought their hatred down on him.