#AmericanWriters
Well: Death is a huge omnivorous… Grim squatting on a twilight road. He catcheth all that Circumstance Hath tossed to him. He curseth all who upward glance
Superb and sole, upon a plumed spr… That o’er the general leafage bold… He summ’d the woods in song; or ty… The watch of hungry hawks, the lon… Of languid doves when long their l…
‘Opinion, let me alone: I am not… Prim Creed, with categoric point,… To feature me my Lord by rule and… Thou canst not measure Mistress N… Not one sweet inch: nay, if thy si…
‘Spring-germs, spring-germs, I charge you by your life, go back… This glebe is sick, this wind is f… Stay: feed the worms. ’Oh! every clod
As Love will carve dear names upo… Symbol of gravure on his heart to… So thought I thine with loving te… In the growth and substance of my… But, writing it, my tears begin to…
A white face, drooping, on a bendi… A tube-rose that with heavy petal… Her stem: a foam-bell on a wave t… Back from the undulating vessel’s… From out the whitest cloud of summ…
A rose of perfect red, embossed With silver sheens of crystal fros… Yet warm, nor life nor fragrance l… High passion throbbing in a sphere That Art hath wrought of diamond…
How tall among her sisters, and ho… How grave beyond her youth, yet de… As dawn, 'mid wrinkled Matres of… Our youngest Alma Mater modest st… In four brief cycles round the pun…
Hey, rose, just born Twin to a thorn; Was’t so with you, O Love and Sc… Sweet eyes that smiled, Now wet and wild:
By Sidney and Clifford Lanier. O wish that’s vainer than the plas… Of these wave-whimsies on the shor… “Give us a pearl to fill the gash— God, let our dead friend live once…
Frowning, the owl in the oak compl… Sore, that the song of the robin r… Wrongly of slumber, rudely of rest… “From the north, from the east, fr… Woodland, wheat-field, corn-field,…
To range, deep-wrapt, along a heav… O’erseeing all that man but unders… To loiter down lone alleys of deli… And hear the beating of the hearts… And think the thoughts that lilies…
Over the monstrous shambling sea, Over the Caliban sea, Bright Ariel-cloud, thou lingeres… Oh wait, oh wait, in the warm red… Thy Prospero I’ll be.
Into the woods my Master went, Clean forspent, forspent. Into the woods my Master came, Forspent with love and shame. But the olives they were not blind…
Time, hurry my Love to me: Haste, haste! Lov’st not good co… Here’s but a heart-break sandy was… ‘Twixt Now and Then. Why, killi… Were best, dear Time, for thee, f…