#Americans #Modernism #XXCentury
beauty is a shell from the sea where she rules triumphant till love has had its way with her scallops and
I have discovered that most of the beauties of travel are due to the strange hours we keep to see t… the domes of the Church of the Paulist Fathers in Weehawken
Fools have big wombs. For the rest?—here is pennyroyal if one knows to use it. But time is only another liar, so go along the wall a little further: if blackberries prove bitter there’l...
The little sparrows hop ingenuously about the pavement quarreling with sharp voices
Paterson lies in the valley under… its spent waters forming the outli… lies on his right side, head near… of the waters filling his dreams!… his dreams walk about the city whe…
Warm sun, quiet air an old man sits in the doorway of a broken house— boards for windows
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!
Each time it rings I think it is for me but it is not for me nor for anyone it merely
Men with picked voices chant the n… of cities in a huge gallery: promi… that pull through descending stair… to a deep rumbling. The rubbing feet
Rather notice, mon cher, that the moon is titled above the point of the steeple than that its color
My townspeople, beyond in the grea… are many with whom it were far mor… profitable for me to live than her… These whirr about me calling, call… and for my own part I answer them,…
When over the flowery, sharp pastu… edge, unseen, the salt ocean lifts its form—chicory and daisies tied, released, seem hardly flower… but color and the movement—or the…
Tracks of rain and light linger in the spongy greens of a nature whos… flickering mountain—bulging nearer… ebbing back into the sun hollowing itself away to hold a la…
The world begins again! Not wholly insufflated the blackbirds in the rain upon the dead topbranches of the living tree,
I gotta buy me a new girdle. (I’ll buy you one) O.K.