#AmericanWriters
The sage lectured brilliantly. Before him, two images: “Now this one is a devil, And this one is me.” He turned away.
Your cross? The real cross Is made of pounds, Dollars or francs. Here I bear my palms for the sill…
And you love me I love you. You are, then, cold coward. Aye; but, beloved, When I strive to come to you,
A spirit sped Through spaces of night; And as he sped, he called, “God! God!” He went through valleys
‘It was wrong to do this,’ said th… ‘You should live like a flower, Holding malice like a puppy, Waging war like a lambkin.’ ‘Not so,’ quoth the man
Blustering God, Stamping across the sky With loud swagger, I fear You not. No, though from Your highest heav…
The successful man has thrust hims… Through the water of the years, Reeking wet with mistakes— Bloody mistakes; Slimed with victories over the les…
If I should cast off this tattere… And go free into the mighty sky; If I should find nothing there But a vast blue, Echoless, ignorant—
Behold, from the land of the farth… I returned. And I was in a reptile-swarming p… Peopled, otherwise, with grimaces, Shrouded above in black impenetrab…
Why do you strive for greatness, f… Go pluck a bough and wear it. It is as sufficing. My Lord, there are certain barbar… Who tilt their noses
I was in the darkness; I could not see my words Nor the wishes of my heart. Then suddenly there was a great li… “Let me into the darkness again.”
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…
A youth in apparel that glittered Went to walk in a grim forest. There he met an assassin Attired all in garb of old days; He, scowling through the thickets,
The ocean said to me once, “Look! Yonder on the shore Is a woman, weeping. I have watched her.
There was a great cathedral. To solemn songs, A white procession Moved toward the altar. The chief man there