#AmericanWriters
Sooner or later we must come to the end of striving to re-establish the image the image of
Warm sun, quiet air an old man sits in the doorway of a broken house— boards for windows
Flowers through the window lavender and yellow changed by white curtains— Smell of cleanliness— Sunshine of late afternoon—
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;
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
Winter is long in this climate and spring—a matter of a few days only,—a flower or two picked from mud or from among wet leaves or at best against treacherous
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...
A power-house in the shape of a red brick chair 90 feet high on the seat of which
a burst of iris so that come down for breakfast we searched through the rooms for
The rose is obsolete but each petal ends in an edge, the double facet cementing the grooved columns of air ——The edge
If you had come away with me into another state we had been quiet together. But there the sun coming up out of the nothing beyond the lake…
Vast and grey, the sky is a simulacrum to all but him whose days are vast and grey and— In the tall, dried grasses
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
The rose is obsolete but each petal ends in an edge, the double facet cementing the grooved columns of air—The edge
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 the field by force; the grass