#Americans #Modernism #XXCentury
O’eh’lee! La’la! Donna! Donna! Blue is the sky of Palermo; Blue is the little bay; And dost thou remember the orange…
Your thighs are appletrees whose blossoms touch the sky. Which sky? The sky where Watteau hung a lady’s slipper. Your knees
It is a satisfaction a joy to have one of those in the house. when she takes a bath
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;
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...
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…
Ecstatic bird songs pound the hollow vastness of the sky with metallic clinkings— beating color up into it at a far edge,—beating it, beating…
I must tell you this young tree whose round and firm trunk between the wet pavement and the gutter
Old age is a flight of small cheeping birds skimming bare trees
SORROW is my own yard where the new grass flames as it has flamed often before but not with the cold fire
the back wings of the hospital where nothing will grow lie
The dayseye hugging the earth in August, ha! Spring is gone down in purple, weeds stand high in the corn, the rainbeaten furrow
Gagarin says, in ecstasy, he could have gone on forever he floated ate and sang
Why pretend to remember the weather two years back? Why not? Listen close then repeat after others what they have just said and win a reputation for vivacity. Oh feed upon petals o...
First he said: It is the woman in us That makes us write– Let us acknowledge it– Men would be silent.
