#AmericanWriters
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…
There were some dirty plates and a glass of milk beside her on a small table near the rank, disheveled bed— Wrinkled and nearly blind
Among the rain and lights I saw the figure 5 in gold on a red
It is a satisfaction a joy to have one of those in the house. when she takes a bath
While she sits there with tears on her cheek her cheek on
Light hearted William twirled his November moustaches and, half dressed, looked from the bedroom window upon the spring weather.
contend in a sea which the land pa… shielding them from the too—heavy… of an ungoverned ocean which when… tortures the biggest hulls, the be… to pit against its beatings, and s…
Oh strong—ridged and deeply hollow… nose of mine! what will you not be… What tactless asses we are, you an… always indiscriminate, always unas… and now it is the souring flowers…
The pure products of America go crazy— mountain folk from Kentucky or the ribbed north end of Jersey
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…
A rumpled sheet Of brown paper About the length And apparent bulk Of a man was
The green-blue ground is ruled with silver lines to say the sun is shining And on this moral sea of grass or dreams lie flowers
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 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…
The whole process is a lie, unless, crowned by excess, It break forcefully, one way or another,