#Americans #Modernism #XXCentury
According to Brueghel when Icarus fell it was spring a farmer was ploughing his field
When trouble comes your soul to tr… You love the friend who just “stan… Perhaps there’s nothing he can do’ The thing is strictly up to you; For there are troubles all your ow…
Fools have big wombs. For the rest?—here is pennyroyal if one knows to use it. But time is only another liar, so go along the wall a little further: if blackberries prove bitter there’l...
They call me and I go. It is a frozen road past midnight, a dust of snow caught in the rigid wheeltracks.
Your thighs are appletrees whose blossoms touch the sky. Which sky? The sky where Watteau hung a lady’s slipper. Your knees
WHERE shall I find you— You, my grotesque fellows That I seek everywhere To make up my band? None, not one
And yet one arrives somehow, finds himself loosening the hooks… her dress in a strange bedroom— feels the autumn
If a man can say of his life or any moment of his life, There is nothing more to be desired! his st… becomes like that told in the famo… double sonnet—but without the
Oh strong—ridged and deeply hollow… nose of mine! what will you not be… What tactless asses we are, you an… always indiscriminate, always unas… and now it is the souring flowers…
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…
Gagarin says, in ecstasy, he could have gone on forever he floated at and sang
You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! —if we were rich
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.
Gagarin says, in ecstasy, he could have gone on forever he floated ate and sang
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...