#Americans #Modernism #XXCentury #Couplet #FreeVerse
At ten AM the young housewife moves about in negligee behind the wooden walls of her husband’s… I pass solitary in my car. Then again she comes to the curb
Tho’ I’m no Catholic I listen hard when the bells in the yellow—brick tower of their new church ring down the leaves
This plot of ground facing the waters of this inlet is dedicated to the living presenc… Emily Dickinson Wellcome who was born in England; married;
Oh strong—ridged and deeply hollow… nose of mine! what will you not be… What tactless asses we are, you an… always indiscriminate, always unas… and now it is the souring flowers…
The crowd at the ball game is moved uniformly by a spirit of uselessness which delights them— all the exciting detail
The over-all picture is winter icy mountains in the background the return from the hunt it is toward evening from the left
You Communists and Republicans! all you Germans and Frenchmen! you corpses and quickeners! The stars are about to melt and fall on you in tears.
A power-house in the shape of a red brick chair 90 feet high on the seat of which
A middle-northern March, now as a… gusts from the South broken agains… but from under, as if a slow hand… it moves—not into April—into a sec… the old skin of wind-clear scales…
If you had come away with me into another state we had been quiet together. But there the sun coming up out of the nothing beyond the lake…
A three-day-long rain from the eas… an terminable talking, talking of no consequence—patter, patter,… Hand in hand little winds blow the thin streams aslant.
First he said: It is the woman in us That makes us write– Let us acknowledge it– Men would be silent.
The pure products of America go crazy— mountain folk from Kentucky or the ribbed north end of Jersey
Among the rain and lights I saw the figure 5 in gold on a red
You say love is this, love is that… Poplar tassels, willow tendrils the wind and the rain comb, tinkle and drip, tinkle and drip— branches drifting apart. Hagh!
