#AmericanWriters
When the snow falls the flakes spi… that concerns them most intimately two and two to make a dance the mind dances with itself, taking you by the hand,
The pure products of America go crazy— mountain folk from Kentucky or the ribbed north end of Jersey
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
The sky has given over its bitterness. Out of the dark change all day long rain falls and falls
This is a slight stiff dance to a waking baby whose arms have been lying curled back above his head upon the pillow, making a flower—the eyes closed. Dead to the world! Waking is a...
O—EH—lee! La—la! Donna! Donna! Blue is the sky of Palermo; Blue is the little bay; And dost thou remember the orange…
And yet one arrives somehow, finds himself loosening the hooks… her dress in a strange bedroom— feels the autumn
The world begins again! Not wholly insufflated the blackbirds in the rain upon the dead topbranches of the living tree,
munching a plum on the street a paper bag of them in her hand They taste good to her They taste good
The rose is obsolete but each petal ends in an edge, the double facet cementing the grooved columns of air ——The edge
A day on the boulevards chosen out… student poverty! One best day out… Berket in high spirits—"Ha, orang… And he made to snatch an orange fr… Now so clever was the deception, s…
Oh, black Persian cat! Was not your life already cursed with offspring? We took you for rest to that old Yankee farm, —so lonely
WHERE shall I find you— You, my grotesque fellows That I seek everywhere To make up my band? None, not one
I stopped the car to let the children down where the streets end in the sun at the marsh edge
If a man can say of his life or any moment of his life, There is nothing more to be desired! his st… becomes like that told in the famo… double sonnet—but without the