#AmericanWriters
A day on the boulevards chosen out… student poverty! One best day out… Berket in high spirits—"Ha, orang… And he made to snatch an orange fr… Now so clever was the deception, s…
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.
You Communists and Republicans! all you Germans and Frenchmen! you corpses and quickeners! The stars are about to melt and fall on you in tears.
I gotta buy me a new girdle. (I’ll buy you one) O.K.
What have I to say to you When we shall meet? Yet— I lie here thinking of you. The stain of love
When I am alone I am happy. The air is cool. The sky is flecked and splashed and wound with color. The crimson phalloi of the sassafras leaves
Pour the wine bridegroom where before you the bride is enthroned her hair loose at her temples a head of ripe wheat is on
By constantly tormenting them with reminders of the lice in their children’s hair, the School Physician first brought their hatred down on him.
Why do I write today? The beauty of the terrible faces of our nonentites stirs me to it:
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,…
O—EH—lee! La—la! Donna! Donna! Blue is the sky of Palermo; Blue is the little bay; And dost thou remember the orange…
As the cat climbed over the top of the jamcloset first the right
Paterson lies in the valley under… its spent waters forming the outli… lies on his right side, head near… of the waters filling his dreams!… his dreams walk about the city whe…
Well, Lizzie Anderson! seventeen… the baby hard to find a father for… What will the good Father in Heav… to the local judge if he do not so… A little two-pointed smile and—pou…
Vast and grey, the sky is a simulacrum to all but him whose days are vast and grey and— In the tall, dried grasses