#AmericanWriters
This plot of ground facing the waters of this inlet is dedicated to the living presenc… Emily Dickinson Wellcome who was born in England; married;
This horrible but superb painting the parable of the blind without a red in the composition shows a group of beggars leading
O’eh’lee! La’la! Donna! Donna! Blue is the sky of Palermo; Blue is the little bay; And dost thou remember the orange…
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.
By constantly tormenting them with reminders of the lice in their children’s hair, the School Physician first brought their hatred down on him.
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
You Communists and Republicans! all you Germans and Frenchmen! you corpses and quickeners! The stars are about to melt and fall on you in tears.
Again I reply to the triple winds running chromatic fifths of derisi… outside my window: Play louder. You will not succeed. I am
Well, Lizzie Anderson! seventeen… the baby hard to find a father for… What will the good Father in Heav… to the local judge if he do not so… A little two-pointed smile and—pou…
Winter is long in this climate and spring—a matter of a few days only,—a flower or two picked from mud or from among wet leaves or at best against treacherous
Among of green stiff old
The sky has given over its bitterness. Out of the dark change all day long rain falls and falls
What have I to say to you When we shall meet? Yet— I lie here thinking of you. The stain of love
The crowd at the ball game is moved uniformly by a spirit of uselessness which delights them— all the exciting detail
Why do I write today? The beauty of the terrible faces of our nonentites stirs me to it: