#AmericanWriters
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
Beloved you are Caviar of Caviar Of all I love you best O my Japanese bird nest No herring from Norway
What have I to say to you When we shall meet? Yet— I lie here thinking of you. The stain of love
Trundled from the strangeness of the sea —— a kind of heaven —— Ladies and Gentlemen!
The rose is obsolete but each petal ends in an edge, the double facet cementing the grooved columns of air—The edge
I have had my dream—like others— and it has come to nothing, so tha… I remain now carelessly with feet planted on the ground and look up at the sky—
She sits with tears on her cheek her cheek on her hand
You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! —if we were rich
I lie here thinking of you:—— the stain of love is upon the world! Yellow, yellow, yellow it eats into the leaves,
It was an icy day. We buried the cat, then took her box and set fire to it in the back yard.
When over the flowery, sharp pastu… edge, unseen, the salt ocean lifts its form—chicory and daisies tied, released, seem hardly flower… but color and the movement—or the…
The green-blue ground is ruled with silver lines to say the sun is shining And on this moral sea of grass or dreams lie flowers
A three-day-long rain from the eas… an terminable talking, talking of no consequence—patter, patter,… Hand in hand little winds blow the thin streams aslant.
Light hearted William twirled his November moustaches and, half dressed, looked from the bedroom window upon the spring weather.