#Americans #Modernism #XXCentury
A power-house in the shape of a red brick chair 90 feet high on the seat of which
I gotta buy me a new girdle. (I’ll buy you one) O.K.
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…
School is over. It is too hot to walk at ease. At ease in light frocks they walk the stre… to while the time away. They have grown tall. They hold
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.
I must tell you this young tree whose round and firm trunk between the wet pavement and the gutter
Winter is long in this climate and spring—a matter of a few days only,—a flower or two picked from mud or from among wet leaves or at best against treacherous
beauty is a shell from the sea where she rules triumphant till love has had its way with her scallops and
Little round moon up there—wait awhile—do not walk so quickly. I could sing you a song—: Wine clear the sky is and the stars no bigger than sparks! Wait for me and next winter we’ll bui...
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
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…
You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! —if we were rich
I bought a dish mop— having no daughter— for they had twisted fine ribbons of shining copper about white twine
O—EH—lee! La—la! Donna! Donna! Blue is the sky of Palermo; Blue is the little bay; And dost thou remember the orange…
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.