#Americans #Modernism #XXCentury
a trouble archaically fettered to produce E Pluribus Unum an island
unless there is a new mind there cannot be a new line
a burst of iris so that come down for breakfast we searched through the rooms for
O’eh’lee! La’la! Donna! Donna! Blue is the sky of Palermo; Blue is the little bay; And dost thou remember the orange…
It was an icy day. We buried the cat, then took her box and set fire to it in the back yard.
This is a schoolyard crowded with children of all ages near a village on a small stream
Gagarin says, in ecstasy, he could have gone on forever he floated at and sang
"Sweet land" at last! out of sea— the Venusremembering wavelets rippling with laughter—
A three-day-long rain from the eas… an terminable talking, talking of no consequence—patter, patter,… Hand in hand little winds blow the thin streams aslant.
The crowd at the ball game is moved uniformly by a spirit of uselessness which delights them— all the exciting detail
beauty is a shell from the sea where she rules triumphant till love has had its way with her scallops and
I will teach you my towns… how to perform a funeral… for you have it over a tr… of artists— unless one should scour t…
By the road to the contagious hosp… under the surge of the blue mottled clouds driven from the northeast—a cold wind. Beyond, the waste of broad, muddy fields
The over-all picture is winter icy mountains in the background the return from the hunt it is toward evening from the left
Again I reply to the triple winds running chromatic fifths of derisi… outside my window: Play louder. You will not succeed. I am