(1921)
#Americans #Modernism #XXCentury
I bought a dish mop— having no daughter— for they had twisted fine ribbons of shining copper about white twine
Summer! the painting is organized about a young reaper enjoying his noonday rest
They tell me on the morrow I must… This winter eyrie for a southern f… And truth to tell I tremble with… At thought of such unheralded repr… E’er have I known December in a w…
The living quality of the man’s mind stands out and its covert assertions for art, art, art!
Go to sleep—though of course you w… to tideless waves thundering slant… strong embankments, rattle and swi… dashed thirty feet high, caught by… scattered and strewn broadcast in…
They call me and I go. It is a frozen road past midnight, a dust of snow caught in the rigid wheeltracks.
Rather notice, mon cher, that the moon is titled above the point of the steeple than that its color
She sits with tears on her cheek her cheek on her hand
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;
Beloved you are Caviar of Caviar Of all I love you best O my Japanese bird nest No herring from Norway
A day on the boulevards chosen out… student poverty! One best day out… Berket in high spirits—"Ha, orang… And he made to snatch an orange fr… Now so clever was the deception, s…
These are the desolate, dark weeks when nature in its barrenness equals the stupidity of man. The year plunges into night
Vast and grey, the sky is a simulacrum to all but him whose days are vast and grey and— In the tall, dried grasses
Old age is a flight of small cheeping birds skimming bare trees
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,
