#AmericanWriters
Trundled from the strangeness of the sea —— a kind of heaven —— Ladies and Gentlemen!
Among of green stiff old
You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! —if we were rich
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…
And yet one arrives somehow, finds himself loosening the hooks… her dress in a strange bedroom— feels the autumn
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…
The pure products of America go crazy— mountain folk from Kentucky or the ribbed north end of Jersey
This horrible but superb painting the parable of the blind without a red in the composition shows a group of beggars leading
You Communists and Republicans! all you Germans and Frenchmen! you corpses and quickeners! The stars are about to melt and fall on you in tears.
My shoes as I lean unlacing them stand out upon flat worsted flowers under my feet.
It is a satisfaction a joy to have one of those in the house. when she takes a bath
Flowers through the window lavender and yellow changed by white curtains— Smell of cleanliness— Sunshine of late afternoon—
O—EH—lee! La—la! Donna! Donna! Blue is the sky of Palermo; Blue is the little bay; And dost thou remember the orange…
First he said: It is the woman in us That makes us write– Let us acknowledge it– Men would be silent.
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…