#AmericanWriters
Blustering God, Stamping across the sky With loud swagger, I fear You not. No, though from Your highest heav…
A spirit sped Through spaces of night; And as he sped, he called, “God! God!” He went through valleys
In a lonely place, I encountered a sage Who sat, all still, Regarding a newspaper. He accosted me:
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…
Upon the road of my life, Passed me many fair creatures, Clothed all in white, and radiant. To one, finally, I made speech: “Who art thou?”
I explain the silvered passing of… The sweep of each sad lost wave, The dwindling boom of the steel th… The little cry of a man to a man, A shadow falling across the greyer…
THOU art my love And thou art the peace of sundown When the blue shadows soothe And the grasses and the leaves sle… To the song of the little brooks
EACH small gleam was a voice —A lantern voice— In little songs of carmine, violet… A chorus of colors came over the w… The wondrous leaf-shadow no longer…
I stood upon a high place, And saw, below, many devils Running, leaping, and carousing in sin. One looked up, grinning,
There was a man and a woman Who sinned. Then did the man heap the punishme… All upon the head of her, And went away gaily.
There was, before me, Mile upon mile Of snow, ice, burning sand. And yet I could look beyond all t… To a place of infinite beauty;
There were many who went in huddle… They knew not whither; But, at any rate, success or calam… Would attend all in equality. There was one who sought a new roa…
Your cross? The real cross Is made of pounds, Dollars or francs. Here I bear my palms for the sill…
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,