#Americans #Modernism #XXCentury #Ekphrasis
According to Brueghel when Icarus fell it was spring a farmer was ploughing his field
The half-stripped trees struck by a wind together, bending all, the leaves flutter drily and refuse to let go
I have had my dream—like others— and it has come to nothing, so tha… I remain now carelessly with feet planted on the ground and look up at the sky—
Your thighs are appletrees whose blossoms touch the sky. Which sky? The sky where Watteau hung a lady’s slipper. Your knees
Again I reply to the triple winds running chromatic fifths of derisi… outside my window: Play louder. You will not succeed. I am
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…
Among the rain and lights I saw the figure 5 in gold on a red
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...
I will teach you my towns… how to perform a funeral… for you have it over a tr… of artists— unless one should scour t…
All the complicated details of the attiring and the disattiring are completed! A liquid moon moves gently among
When the snow falls the flakes spi… that concerns them most intimately two and two to make a dance the mind dances with itself, taking you by the hand,
I feel the caress of my own finger… on my own neck as I place my colla… and think pityingly of the kind women I have known.
It is a willow when summer is over… a willow by the river from which no leaf has fallen nor bitten by the sun turned orange or crimson.
In the flashes and black shadows of July the days, locked in each other’s a… seem still so that squirrels and colored bird…
I stopped the car to let the children down where the streets end in the sun at the marsh edge