#Americans #Modernism #XXCentury
According to Brueghel when Icarus fell it was spring a farmer was ploughing his field
the back wings of the hospital where nothing will grow lie
You know there is not much that I desire, a few chrysanthemum… half lying on the grass, yellow and brown and white, the talk of a few people, the trees,
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...
It was an icy day. We buried the cat, then took her box and set fire to it in the back yard.
In Brueghel’s great picture, The… the dancers go round, they go roun… around, the squeal and the blare a… tweedle of bagpipes, a bugle and f… tipping their bellies (round as th…
Rather notice, mon cher, that the moon is titled above the point of the steeple than that its color
Oh, black Persian cat! Was not your life already cursed with offspring? We took you for rest to that old Yankee farm, —so lonely
SORROW is my own yard where the new grass flames as it has flamed often before but not with the cold fire
From the Nativity which I have already celebrated the Babe in its Mother’s arms the Wise Men in their stolen splendor
My shoes as I lean unlacing them stand out upon flat worsted flowers under my feet.
Gagarin says, in ecstasy, he could have gone on forever he floated at and sang
The grass is very green, my friend… and tousled, like the head of —— your grandson, yes? And the mounta… the mountain we climbed twenty years since for the last
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…
I lie here thinking of you:—— the stain of love is upon the world! Yellow, yellow, yellow it eats into the leaves,
