#Americans #Modernism #XXCentury
In this world of as fine a pair of breasts as ever I saw the fountain in Madison Square
Gagarin says, in ecstasy, he could have gone on forever he floated at and sang
This quiet morning light reflected, how many times from grass and tress and clouds enters my north room touching the walls with
The sky has given over its bitterness. Out of the dark change all day long rain falls and falls
Again I reply to the triple winds running chromatic fifths of derisi… outside my window: Play louder. You will not succeed. I am
The crowd at the ball game is moved uniformly by a spirit of uselessness which delights them— all the exciting detail
The murderer’s little daughter who is barely ten years old jerks her shoulders right and left so as to catch a glimpse of me
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
You say love is this, love is that… Poplar tassels, willow tendrils the wind and the rain comb, tinkle and drip, tinkle and drip— branches drifting apart. Hagh!
Of asphodel, that greeny flower, like a buttercup upon its branching stem– save that it’s green and wooden– I come, my sweet,
Mr T. bareheaded in a soiled undershirt his hair standing out on all sides
Light hearted William twirled his November moustaches and, half dressed, looked from the bedroom window upon the spring weather.
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...
Pour the wine bridegroom where before you the bride is enthroned her hair loose at her temples a head of ripe wheat is on
Let the snake wait under his weed and the writing be of words, slow and quick, sharp to strike, quiet to wait,