#AmericanWriters
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...
"Sweet land" at last! out of sea— the Venusremembering wavelets rippling with laughter—
The world begins again! Not wholly insufflated the blackbirds in the rain upon the dead topbranches of the living tree,
This is a slight stiff dance to a waking baby whose arms have been lying curled back above his head upon the pillow, making a flower—the eyes closed. Dead to the world! Waking is a...
If you had come away with me into another state we had been quiet together. But there the sun coming up out of the nothing beyond the lake…
My shoes as I lean unlacing them stand out upon flat worsted flowers under my feet.
I lie here thinking of you:—— the stain of love is upon the world! Yellow, yellow, yellow it eats into the leaves,
Ecstatic bird songs pound the hollow vastness of the sky with metallic clinkings— beating color up into it at a far edge,—beating it, beating…
If a man can say of his life or any moment of his life, There is nothing more to be desired! his st… becomes like that told in the famo… double sonnet—but without the
It is a willow when summer is over… a willow by the river from which no leaf has fallen nor bitten by the sun turned orange or crimson.
As the cat climbed over the top of the jamcloset first the right
Among of green stiff old
Gagarin says, in ecstasy, he could have gone on forever he floated at and sang
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...
Disciplined by the artist to go round and round in holiday gear a riotously gay rabble of