#AmericanWriters
There’s a whisper down the line at… When the Night Mail’s ready to de… Saying “Skimble where is Skimble… We must find him or the train can’… All the guards and all the porters…
April is the cruellest month, bree… Lilacs out of the dead land, mixin… Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. Winter kept us warm, covering
Miss Helen Slingsby was my maiden… And lived in a small house near a… Cared for by servants to the numbe… Now when she died there was silenc… And silence at her end of the stre…
WHEN Mr. Apollinax visited the… His laughter tinkled among the tea… I thought of Fragilion, that shy… And of Priapus in the shrubbery Gaping at the lady in the swing.
Greater Light, we praise Thee for… The eastern light our spires touch… The light that slants upon our wes… The twilight over stagnant pools a… Moon light and star light, owl and…
Macavity’s a Mystery Cat: he’s ca… For he’s the master criminal who c… He’s the bafflement of Scotland Y… For when they reach the scene of c… Macavity, Macavity, there’s no on…
Le garçon délabré qui n’a rien à f… Que de se gratter les doigts et se… ‘Dans mon pays il fera temps plu… Du vent, du grand soleil, et de… C’est ce qu’on appelle le jour d…
Ils ont vu les Pays-Bas, ils rent… Mais une nuit d’été, les voici à… A l’aise entre deux draps, chez de… La sueur aestivale, et une forte o… Ils restent sur le dos écartant le…
Jellicle Cats come out tonight, Jellicle Cats come one come all: The Jellicle Moon is shining brig… Jellicles come to the Jellicle Ba… Jellicle Cats are black and white…
The Rum Tum Tugger is a Curious… If you offer him pheasant he would… If you put him in a house he would… If you put him in a flat then he’d… If you set him on a mouse then he…
Among the smoke and fog of a Dece… You have the scene arrange itself… With “I have saved this afternoon… And four wax candles in the darken… Four rings of light upon the ceili…
In my beginning is my end. In suc… Houses rise and fall, crumble, are… Are removed, destroyed, restored,… Is an open field, or a factory, or… Old stone to new building, old tim…
POLYPHILOPROGENITIVE The sapient sutlers of the Lord Drift across the window—panes. In the beginning was the Word. In the beginning was the Word.
I observe: “Our sentimental frien… Or possibly (fantastic, I confess… It may be Prester John’s balloon Or an old battered lantern hung al… To light poor travellers to their…
Stand on the highest pavement of t… Lean on a garden urn— Weave, weave the sunlight in your… Clasp your flowers to you with a p… Fling them to the ground and turn