#AmericanWriters
“Tell brave deeds of war.” Then they recounted tales,— “There were stern stands And bitter runs for glory.” Ah, I think there were braver dee…
“I have heard the sunset song of t… A white melody in the silence, I have seen a quarrel of the pines… At nightfall The little grasses have rushed by…
A man toiled on a burning road, Never resting. Once he saw a fat, stupid ass Grinning at him from a green place… The man cried out in rage,
In heaven, Some little blades of grass Stood before God. “What did you do?” Then all save one of the little bl…
In the night Grey heavy clouds muffled the vall… And the peaks looked toward God a… ‘O Master that movest the wind wi… Humble, idle, futile peaks are we.
In the night Grey heavy clouds muffled the vall… And the peaks looked toward God a… “O Master that movest the wind wi… Humble, idle, futile peaks are we.
“What says the sea, little shell? What says the sea? Long has our brother been silent t… Kept his message for the ships, Awkward ships, stupid ships.”
Blustering God, Stamping across the sky With loud swagger, I fear You not. No, though from Your highest heav…
A god in wrath Was beating a man; He cuffed him loudly With thunderous blows That rang and rolled over the eart…
There was a great cathedral. To solemn songs, A white procession Moved toward the altar. The chief man there
I looked here; I looked there; Nowhere could I see my love. And—this time— She was in my heart.
Black riders came from the sea. There was clang and clang of spear… And clash and clash of hoof and he… Wild shouts and the wave of hair In the rush upon the wind:
The sage lectured brilliantly. Before him, two images: “Now this one is a devil, And this one is me.” He turned away.
There was a man with tongue of woo… Who essayed to sing, And in truth it was lamentable. But there was one who heard The clip-clapper of this tongue of…
Once, I knew a fine song, —It is true, believe me— It was all of birds, And I held them in a basket; When I opened the wicket,