#AmericanWriters
The crowd at the ball game is moved uniformly by a spirit of uselessness which delights them— all the exciting detail
Among of green stiff old
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—
As the cat climbed over the top of the jamcloset first the right
unless there is a new mind there cannot be a new line
I bought a dish mop— having no daughter— for they had twisted fine ribbons of shining copper about white twine
At ten AM the young housewife moves about in negligee behind the wooden walls of her husband’s… I pass solitary in my car. Then again she comes to the curb
A big young bareheaded woman in an apron Her hair slicked back standing on the street One stockinged foot toeing
By constantly tormenting them with reminders of the lice in their children’s hair, the School Physician first brought their hatred down on him.
When trouble comes your soul to tr… You love the friend who just “stan… Perhaps there’s nothing he can do’ The thing is strictly up to you; For there are troubles all your ow…
It is a satisfaction a joy to have one of those in the house. when she takes a bath
Again I reply to the triple winds running chromatic fifths of derisi… outside my window: Play louder. You will not succeed. I am
Men with picked voices chant the n… of cities in a huge gallery: promi… that pull through descending stair… to a deep rumbling. The rubbing feet
Rather notice, mon cher, that the moon is titled above the point of the steeple than that its color
The whole process is a lie, unless, crowned by excess, It break forcefully, one way or another,