(1916)
#Americans #Modernism #XXCentury
Subtle, clever brain, wiser than… by what devious means do you contr… to remain idle? Teach me, O maste…
Let the snake wait under his weed and the writing be of words, slow and quick, sharp to strike, quiet to wait,
Old age is a flight of small cheeping birds skimming bare trees
Not because of his eyes, the eyes of a bird, but because he is beaked, birdlike, to do an injury, has the turtle attracted you.
The little sparrows hop ingenuously about the pavement quarreling with sharp voices
The rose is obsolete but each petal ends in an edge, the double facet cementing the grooved columns of air ——The edge
My shoes as I lean unlacing them stand out upon flat worsted flowers under my feet.
unless there is a new mind there cannot be a new line
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…
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
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…
I have had my dream—like others— and it has come to nothing, so tha… I remain now carelessly with feet planted on the ground and look up at the sky—
It is a small plant delicately branched and tapering conically to a point, each branch and the peak a wire for
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…
The whole process is a lie, unless, crowned by excess, It break forcefully, one way or another,
