#Americans #Modernism #XXCentury
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…
so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain
It is cold. The white moon is up among her scattered stars— like the bare thighs of the Police Sergeant’s wife—among her five children . . .
The crowd at the ball game is moved uniformly by a spirit of uselessness which delights them— all the exciting detail
It is a satisfaction a joy to have one of those in the house. when she takes a bath
Among the rain and lights I saw the figure 5 in gold on a red
In Brueghel’s great picture, The… the dancers go round, they go roun… around, the squeal and the blare a… tweedle of bagpipes, a bugle and f… tipping their bellies (round as th…
Tho’ I’m no Catholic I listen hard when the bells in the yellow—brick tower of their new church ring down the leaves
My shoes as I lean unlacing them stand out upon flat worsted flowers under my feet.
It’s a strange courage you give me ancient star: Shine alone in the sunrise toward which you lend no part!
It is still warm enough to slip from the weeds into the lake’s edge, your clothes blushing in the grass and three small boys grinning behind the derelict hearth’s side. But summer...
A day on the boulevards chosen out… student poverty! One best day out… Berket in high spirits—"Ha, orang… And he made to snatch an orange fr… Now so clever was the deception, s…
SOFT as the bed in the earth Where a stone has lain— So soft, so smooth and so cool, Spring closes me in With her arms and her hands.
Gagarin says, in ecstasy, he could have gone on forever he floated at and sang
Her body is not so white as anemone petals nor so smooth ——nor so remote a thing. It is a field of the wild carrot taking the field by force; the grass