#AmericanWriters
The successful man has thrust hims… Through the water of the years, Reeking wet with mistakes— Bloody mistakes; Slimed with victories over the les…
“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,
When a people reach the top of a h… Then does God lean toward them, Shortens tongues and lengthens arm… A vision of their dead comes to th… The moon shall not be too old
“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
I stood upon a high place, And saw, below, many devils Running, leaping, and carousing in sin. One looked up, grinning,
A man saw a ball of gold in the sk… He climbed for it, And eventually he achieved it— It was clay. Now this is the strange part:
In the desert I saw a creature, naked, bestial, who, squatting upon the ground, Held his heart in his hands, And ate of it.
And you love me I love you. You are, then, cold coward. Aye; but, beloved, When I strive to come to you,
A god in wrath Was beating a man; He cuffed him loudly With thunderous blows That rang and rolled over the eart…
You say you are holy, And that Because I have not seen you sin. Aye, but there are those Who see you sin, my friend.
Should the wide world roll away Leaving black terror Limitless night, Nor God, nor man, nor place to st… Would be to me essential
I met a seer. He held in his hands The book of wisdom. “Sir,” I addressed him, “Let me read.”
Once there came a man Who said, “Range me all men of the world in… And instantly There was terrific clamour among t…
Do not weep, maiden, for war is ki… Because your lover threw wild hand… And the affrighted steed ran on al… Do not weep. War is kind.