#AmericanWriters
contend in a sea which the land pa… shielding them from the too—heavy… of an ungoverned ocean which when… tortures the biggest hulls, the be… to pit against its beatings, and s…
The half-stripped trees struck by a wind together, bending all, the leaves flutter drily and refuse to let go
beauty is a shell from the sea where she rules triumphant till love has had its way with her scallops and
My townspeople, beyond in the grea… are many with whom it were far mor… profitable for me to live than her… These whirr about me calling, call… and for my own part I answer them,…
The over-all picture is winter icy mountains in the background the return from the hunt it is toward evening from the left
I must tell you this young tree whose round and firm trunk between the wet pavement and the gutter
Her body is not so white as anemone petals nor so smooth—nor so remote a thing. It is a field of the wild carrot taking thefield by force; the grass
O’eh’lee! La’la! Donna! Donna! Blue is the sky of Palermo; Blue is the little bay; And dost thou remember the orange…
Love is twain, it is not single, Gold and silver mixed to one, Passion 'tis and pain which ming… Glist’ring then for aye undone. Pain it is not; wondering pity
All the complicated details of the attiring and the disattiring are completed! A liquid moon moves gently among
You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! —if we were rich
First he said: It is the woman in us That makes us write– Let us acknowledge it– Men would be silent.
Not because of his eyes, the eyes of a bird, but because he is beaked, birdlike, to do an injury, has the turtle attracted you.
Trundled from the strangeness of the sea —— a kind of heaven —— Ladies and Gentlemen!
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…