#AmericanWriters #Ekphrasis
so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain
ALL those treasures that lie in t… Mightier than the room of the star… All those treasures—I hold them i… Against the sides and the lid and… Crying that there is no sun come a…
Oh, black Persian cat! Was not your life already cursed with offspring? We took you for rest to that old Yankee farm, —so lonely
This horrible but superb painting the parable of the blind without a red in the composition shows a group of beggars leading
This plot of ground facing the waters of this inlet is dedicated to the living presenc… Emily Dickinson Wellcome who was born in England; married;
beauty is a shell from the sea where she rules triumphant till love has had its way with her scallops and
A big young bareheaded woman in an apron Her hair slicked back standing on the street One stockinged foot toeing
I bought a dish mop— having no daughter— for they had twisted fine ribbons of shining copper about white twine
Why do I write today? The beauty of the terrible faces of our nonentites stirs me to it:
You say love is this, love is that… Poplar tassels, willow tendrils the wind and the rain comb, tinkle and drip, tinkle and drip— branches drifting apart. Hagh!
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…
The crowd at the ball game is moved uniformly by a spirit of uselessness which delights them— all the exciting detail
Sooner or later we must come to the end of striving to re-establish the image the image of
As the cat climbed over the top of the jamcloset first the right
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.