#Americans #Modernism #XXCentury
I bought a dish mop— having no daughter— for they had twisted fine ribbons of shining copper about white twine
Let the snake wait under his weed and the writing be of words, slow and quick, sharp to strike, quiet to wait,
A power-house in the shape of a red brick chair 90 feet high on the seat of which
Again I reply to the triple winds running chromatic fifths of derisi… outside my window: Play louder. You will not succeed. I am
It is cold. The white moon is up among her scattered stars— like the bare thighs of the Police Sergeant’s wife—among her five children . . .
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
This horrible but superb painting the parable of the blind without a red in the composition shows a group of beggars leading
It is a small plant delicately branched and tapering conically to a point, each branch and the peak a wire for
The little sparrows hop ingenuously about the pavement quarreling with sharp voices
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…
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—
Go to sleep—though of course you w… to tideless waves thundering slant… strong embankments, rattle and swi… dashed thirty feet high, caught by… scattered and strewn broadcast in…
Among of green stiff old
And yet one arrives somehow, finds himself loosening the hooks… her dress in a strange bedroom— feels the autumn
In the flashes and black shadows of July the days, locked in each other’s a… seem still so that squirrels and colored bird…