#Americans #Modernism #XXCentury #FreeVerse
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…
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…
Flowers through the window lavender and yellow changed by white curtains— Smell of cleanliness— Sunshine of late afternoon—
The half-stripped trees struck by a wind together, bending all, the leaves flutter drily and refuse to let go
Constantly near you, I never in m… sixty-four years knew you so well… or half so well. We talked. you we… so lucid, so disengaged from all e… of place and time. We talked of ou…
All the complicated details of the attiring and the disattiring are completed! A liquid moon moves gently among
The May sun—whom all things imitate— that glues small leaves to the wooden trees shone from the sky
The birches are mad with green poi… the wood’s edge is burning with th… burning, seething—No, no, no. The birches are opening their leav… by one. Their delicate leaves unfo…
A rumpled sheet Of brown paper About the length And apparent bulk Of a man was
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
Let the snake wait under his weed and the writing be of words, slow and quick, sharp to strike, quiet to wait,
unless there is a new mind there cannot be a new line
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…
The pure products of America go crazy— mountain folk from Kentucky or the ribbed north end of Jersey
beauty is a shell from the sea where she rules triumphant till love has had its way with her scallops and
