#AmericanWriters
Here I am, an old man in a dry mo… Being read to by a boy, waiting fo… I was neither at the hot gates Nor fought in the warm rain Nor knee deep in the salt marsh, h…
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…
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…
The readers of the Boston Evening… Sway in the wind like a field of r… When evening quickens faintly in t… Wakening the appetites of life in… And to others bringing the Boston…
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-laire—nil nisi… est; caetera fumus—the gondola… palace was there, how charming… goats and monkeys, with such ha… countess passed on until she ca…
To whom I owe the leaping delight That quickens my senses in our wak… And the rhythm that governs the re… the breathing in unison. Of lovers whose bodies smell of ea…
The silence of the city, how awful… Mute as the battlements and crags… That Fancy makes in the clouds, y… As the moonlight that sleeps on th… The cell of a departed anchoret,
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…
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…
POLYPHILOPROGENITIVE The sapient sutlers of the Lord Drift across the window—panes. In the beginning was the Word. In the beginning was the Word.
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…
Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time f… And time future contained in time… If all time is eternally present All time is unredeemable.
Because I do not hope to turn aga… Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to turn Desiring this man’s gift and that… I no longer strive to strive towar…
Midwinter spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards… Suspended in time, between pole an… When the short day is brightest, w… The brief sun flames the ice, on p…
I have a Gumbie Cat in mind, her… Her coat is of the tabby kind, wit… All day she sits upon the stair or… She sits and sits and sits and sit… But when the day’s hustle and bust…