(1916)
#Americans #Modernism #XXCentury
Among of green stiff old
One leaves his leaves at home beomg a mullen and sends up a ligh… to peer from: I will have my way, yellow—A mast with a lantern, ten fifty, a hundred, smaller and smal…
Again I reply to the triple winds running chromatic fifths of derisi… outside my window: Play louder. You will not succeed. I am
And yet one arrives somehow, finds himself loosening the hooks… her dress in a strange bedroom— feels the autumn
Snow falls: years of anger following hours that float idly down — the blizzard drifts its weight
The crowd at the ball game is moved uniformly by a spirit of uselessness which delights them— all the exciting detail
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
My shoes as I lean unlacing them stand out upon flat worsted flowers under my feet.
She sits with tears on her cheek her cheek on her hand
If when my wife is sleeping and the baby and Kathleen are sleeping and the sun is a flame-white disc in silken mists
Lady of dusk-wood fastnesses, Thou art my Lady. I have known the crisp, splinterin… White, slender through green sapli… I have lain by thee on the brown f…
According to Brueghel when Icarus fell it was spring a farmer was ploughing his field
Light hearted William twirled his November moustaches and, half dressed, looked from the bedroom window upon the spring weather.
Gagarin says, in ecstasy, he could have gone on forever he floated ate and sang
Even in the time when as yet I had no certain knowledge of her She sprang from the nest, a young… Whose first flight circled the for… I know now how then she showed me
