#Americans #Modernism #XXCentury
so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain
Why do I write today? The beauty of the terrible faces of our nonentites stirs me to it:
This is a schoolyard crowded with children of all ages near a village on a small stream
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…
When I am alone I am happy. The air is cool. The sky is flecked and splashed and wound with color. The crimson phalloi of the sassafras leaves
Beloved you are Caviar of Caviar Of all I love you best O my Japanese bird nest No herring from Norway
Love is twain, it is not single, Gold and silver mixed to one, Passion 'tis and pain which ming… Glist’ring then for aye undone. Pain it is not; wondering pity
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.
Here it is spring again and I still a young man! I am late at my singing. The sparrow with the black rain on… has been at his cadenzas for two w…
Flowers through the window lavender and yellow changed by white curtains— Smell of cleanliness— Sunshine of late afternoon—
Let the snake wait under his weed and the writing be of words, slow and quick, sharp to strike, quiet to wait,
a burst of iris so that come down for breakfast we searched through the rooms for
The coroner’s merry little childre… Have such twinkling brown eyes. Their father is not of gay men And their mother jocular in no wis… Yet the coroner’s merry little chi…
According to Brueghel when Icarus fell it was spring a farmer was ploughing his field
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…