#AmericanWriters
a trouble archaically fettered to produce E Pluribus Unum an island
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…
Sooner or later we must come to the end of striving to re-establish the image the image of
I lie here thinking of you:—— the stain of love is upon the world! Yellow, yellow, yellow it eats into the leaves,
Go to sleep—though of course you w… to tideless waves thundering slant… strong embankments, rattle and swi… dashed thirty feet high, caught by… scattered and strewn broadcast in…
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…
The sky has given over its bitterness. Out of the dark change all day long rain falls and falls
And yet one arrives somehow, finds himself loosening the hooks… her dress in a strange bedroom— feels the autumn
beauty is a shell from the sea where she rules triumphant till love has had its way with her scallops and
The crowd at the ball game is moved uniformly by a spirit of uselessness which delights them— all the exciting detail
Rather notice, mon cher, that the moon is titled above the point of the steeple than that its color
The pure products of America go crazy— mountain folk from Kentucky or the ribbed north end of Jersey
Pour the wine bridegroom where before you the bride is enthroned her hair loose at her temples a head of ripe wheat is on
The whole process is a lie, unless, crowned by excess, It break forcefully, one way or another,
The birches are mad with green poi… the wood’s edge is burning with th… burning, seething—No, no, no. The birches are opening their leav… by one. Their delicate leaves unfo…