#AmericanWriters
The half-stripped trees struck by a wind together, bending all, the leaves flutter drily and refuse to let go
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 . . .
Each time it rings I think it is for me but it is not for me nor for anyone it merely
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…
What have I to say to you When we shall meet? Yet— I lie here thinking of you. The stain of love
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…
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…
Pour the wine bridegroom where before you the bride is enthroned her hair loose at her temples a head of ripe wheat is on
This quiet morning light reflected, how many times from grass and tress and clouds enters my north room touching the walls with
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…
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…
Love is twain, it is not single, Gold and silver mixed to one, Passion 'tis and pain which ming… Glist’ring then for aye undone. Pain it is not; wondering pity
All the complicated details of the attiring and the disattiring are completed! A liquid moon moves gently among
Among of green stiff old