#Americans #Modernism #XXCentury #Ekphrasis
Beloved you are Caviar of Caviar Of all I love you best O my Japanese bird nest No herring from Norway
This particular thing, whether it be four pinches of four divers white powders cleverly compounded to cure surely, safely, pleasantly a painful twitching of the eyelids or say a pe...
This quiet morning light reflected, how many times from grass and tress and clouds enters my north room touching the walls with
Subtle, clever brain, wiser than… by what devious means do you contr… to remain idle? Teach me, O maste…
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
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;
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 . . .
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.
beauty is a shell from the sea where she rules triumphant till love has had its way with her scallops and
Why pretend to remember the weather two years back? Why not? Listen close then repeat after others what they have just said and win a reputation for vivacity. Oh feed upon petals o...
The world begins again! Not wholly insufflated the blackbirds in the rain upon the dead topbranches of the living tree,
It’s a strange courage you give me ancient star: Shine alone in the sunrise toward which you lend no part!
If when my wife is sleeping and the baby and Kathleen are sleeping and the sun is a flame-white disc in silken mists
THE ARCHER is wake! The Swan is flying! Gold against blue An Arrow is lying. There is hunting in heaven—
What have I to say to you When we shall meet? Yet— I lie here thinking of you. The stain of love