#AmericanWriters
The world begins again! Not wholly insufflated the blackbirds in the rain upon the dead topbranches of the living tree,
Gagarin says, in ecstasy, he could have gone on forever he floated at and sang
The grass is very green, my friend… and tousled, like the head of —— your grandson, yes? And the mounta… the mountain we climbed twenty years since for the last
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…
a trouble archaically fettered to produce E Pluribus Unum an island
Paterson lies in the valley under… its spent waters forming the outli… lies on his right side, head near… of the waters filling his dreams!… his dreams walk about the city whe…
Tracks of rain and light linger in the spongy greens of a nature whos… flickering mountain—bulging nearer… ebbing back into the sun hollowing itself away to hold a la…
Gagarin says, in ecstasy, he could have gone on forever he floated ate and sang
I lie here thinking of you:—— the stain of love is upon the world! Yellow, yellow, yellow it eats into the leaves,
It is cold. The white moon is up among her scattered stars— like the bare thighs of the Police Sergeant’s wife—among her five children . . .
Nude bodies like peeled logs sometimes give off a sweetest odor, man and woman under the trees in full excess matching the cushion of
Snow falls: years of anger following hours that float idly down — the blizzard drifts its weight
As the cat climbed over the top of the jamcloset first the right
I will teach you my towns… how to perform a funeral… for you have it over a tr… of artists— unless one should scour t…
An old willow with hollow branches slowly swayed his few high gright… and sang: Love is a young green willow shimmering at the bare wood’s edge…