#AmericanWriters #Ekphrasis
Constantly near you, I never in m… sixty-four years knew you so well… or half so well. We talked. you we… so lucid, so disengaged from all e… of place and time. We talked of ou…
Among of green stiff old
Mr T. bareheaded in a soiled undershirt his hair standing out on all sides
You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! —if we were rich
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
First he said: It is the woman in us That makes us write– Let us acknowledge it– Men would be silent.
Why do I write today? The beauty of the terrible faces of our nonentites stirs me to it:
The world begins again! Not wholly insufflated the blackbirds in the rain upon the dead topbranches of the living tree,
a burst of iris so that come down for breakfast we searched through the rooms for
I’ve fond anticipation of a day O’erfilled with pure diversion pre… For I must read a lady poesy The while we glide by many a leafy… Hid deep in rushes, where at rando…
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...
The crowd at the ball game is moved uniformly by a spirit of uselessness which delights them— all the exciting detail
WHERE shall I find you— You, my grotesque fellows That I seek everywhere To make up my band? None, not one
The brutal Lord of All will rip us from each other—leave the one to suffer here alone. No need belief in god or hell to postulate that much. The dance: hands touching, leaves touch...
It’s a strange courage you give me ancient star: Shine alone in the sunrise toward which you lend no part!