#Americans #Modernism #XXCentury
unless there is a new mind there cannot be a new line
Here it is spring again and I still a young man! I am late at my singing. The sparrow with the black rain on… has been at his cadenzas for two w…
First he said: It is the woman in us That makes us write– Let us acknowledge it– Men would be silent.
Rather notice, mon cher, that the moon is titled above the point of the steeple than that its color
Oh, black Persian cat! Was not your life already cursed with offspring? We took you for rest to that old Yankee farm, —so lonely
It’s all in the sound. A song. Seldom a song. It should be a song—made of particulars, wasps,
The green-blue ground is ruled with silver lines to say the sun is shining And on this moral sea of grass or dreams lie flowers
Take it out in vile whisky, take i… in lifting your skirts to show you… crotches; it is this that is inten… You are it. Your pleas will alway… You too will always go up with the…
The birches are mad with green poi… the wood’s edge is burning with th… burning, seething—No, no, no. The birches are opening their leav… by one. Their delicate leaves unfo…
My wife’s new pink slippers have gay pompons. There is not a spot or a stain on their satin toes or their sides… All night they lie together
Vast and grey, the sky is a simulacrum to all but him whose days are vast and grey and— In the tall, dried grasses
When trouble comes your soul to tr… You love the friend who just “stan… Perhaps there’s nothing he can do’ The thing is strictly up to you; For there are troubles all your ow…
The crowd at the ball game is moved uniformly by a spirit of uselessness which delights them— all the exciting detail
I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which
It is a willow when summer is over… a willow by the river from which no leaf has fallen nor bitten by the sun turned orange or crimson.
