#AmericanWriters
Fools have big wombs. For the rest?'here is pennyroyal if one knows to use it. But time is only another liar, so go along the wall a little further: if blackberries prove bitter...
"Sweet land" at last! out of sea— the Venusremembering wavelets rippling with laughter—
Again I reply to the triple winds running chromatic fifths of derisi… outside my window: Play louder. You will not succeed. I am
I bought a dish mop— having no daughter— for they had twisted fine ribbons of shining copper about white twine
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
The over-all picture is winter icy mountains in the background the return from the hunt it is toward evening from the left
A three-day-long rain from the eas… an terminable talking, talking of no consequence—patter, patter,… Hand in hand little winds blow the thin streams aslant.
The rose is obsolete but each petal ends in an edge, the double facet cementing the grooved columns of air ——The edge
Not because of his eyes, the eyes of a bird, but because he is beaked, birdlike, to do an injury, has the turtle attracted you.
O—EH—lee! La—la! Donna! Donna! Blue is the sky of Palermo; Blue is the little bay; And dost thou remember the orange…
Subtle, clever brain, wiser than… by what devious means do you contr… to remain idle? Teach me, O maste…
ALL those treasures that lie in t… Mightier than the room of the star… All those treasures—I hold them i… Against the sides and the lid and… Crying that there is no sun come a…
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…
It was an icy day. We buried the cat, then took her box and set fire to it in the back yard.
According to Brueghel when Icarus fell it was spring a farmer was ploughing his field