#Americans
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:
Once I saw mountains angry, And ranged in battle-front. Against them stood a little man; Aye, he was no bigger than my fing… I laughed, and spoke to one near m…
There was crimson clash of war. Lands turned black and bare; Women wept; Babes ran, wondering. There came one who understood not…
There was set before me a mighty h… And long days I climbed Through regions of snow. When I had before me the summit-v… It seemed that my labour
Aman said to the universe, ‘Sir, I exist!’ ‘However,’ replied the universe, ‘The fact has not created in me A sense of obligation.’
The ocean said to me once, “Look! Yonder on the shore Is a woman, weeping. I have watched her.
Many red devils ran from my heart And out upon the page, They were so tiny The pen could mash them. And many struggled in the ink.
“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 newspaper is a collection of hal… Which, bawled by boys from mile to… Spreads its curious opinion To a million merciful and sneering… While families cuddle the joys of…
With eye and with gesture You say you are holy. I say you lie; For I did see you Draw away your coats
Each small gleam was a voice, A lantern voice— In little songs of carmine, violet… A chorus of colours came over the… The wondrous leaf-shadow no longer…
The sage lectured brilliantly. Before him, two images: “Now this one is a devil, And this one is me.” He turned away.
And you love me I love you. You are, then, cold coward. Aye; but, beloved, When I strive to come to you,
Many workmen Built a huge ball of masonry Upon a mountain-top. Then they went to the valley below… And turned to behold their work.
Two or three angels Came near to the earth. They saw a fat church. Little black streams of people Came and went in continually.