#AmericanWriters
beauty is a shell from the sea where she rules triumphant till love has had its way with her scallops and
I gotta buy me a new girdle. (I’ll buy you one) O.K.
From the Nativity which I have already celebrated the Babe in its Mother’s arms the Wise Men in their stolen splendor
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,…
The over-all picture is winter icy mountains in the background the return from the hunt it is toward evening from the left
To make two bold statements: There’s nothing sentimental about a machine, and: A poem is a small (or large) machine made out of words. When I say there’s nothing sentimental about a poe...
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...
A power-house in the shape of a red brick chair 90 feet high on the seat of which
This is a slight stiff dance to a waking baby whose arms have been lying curled back above his head upon the pillow, making a flower—the eyes closed. Dead to the world! Waking is a...
I stopped the car to let the children down where the streets end in the sun at the marsh edge
so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain
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
Each time it rings I think it is for me but it is not for me nor for anyone it merely
I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which
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.