#AmericanWriters
Again I reply to the triple winds running chromatic fifths of derisi… outside my window: Play louder. You will not succeed. I am
My shoes as I lean unlacing them stand out upon flat worsted flowers under my feet.
While she sits there with tears on her cheek her cheek on
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…
Why go further? One might conceivably rectify the rhythm, study all out and arrive at the perfection of a tiger lily or a china doorknob. One might lift all out of the ruck, be a w...
I lie here thinking of you:—— the stain of love is upon the world! Yellow, yellow, yellow it eats into the leaves,
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
A power-house in the shape of a red brick chair 90 feet high on the seat of which
beauty is a shell from the sea where she rules triumphant till love has had its way with her scallops and
First he said: It is the woman in us That makes us write– Let us acknowledge it– Men would be silent.
Subtle, clever brain, wiser than… by what devious means do you contr… to remain idle? Teach me, O maste…
The rose is obsolete but each petal ends in an edge, the double facet cementing the grooved columns of air—The edge
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…
Men with picked voices chant the n… of cities in a huge gallery: promi… that pull through descending stair… to a deep rumbling. The rubbing feet
School is over. It is too hot to walk at ease. At ease in light frocks they walk the stre… to while the time away. They have grown tall. They hold