#AmericanWriters
contend in a sea which the land pa… shielding them from the too—heavy… of an ungoverned ocean which when… tortures the biggest hulls, the be… to pit against its beatings, and s…
It’s a strange courage you give me ancient star: Shine alone in the sunrise toward which you lend no part!
Warm sun, quiet air an old man sits in the doorway of a broken house— boards for windows
The pure products of America go crazy— mountain folk from Kentucky or the ribbed north end of Jersey
I’ve fond anticipation of a day O’erfilled with pure diversion pre… For I must read a lady poesy The while we glide by many a leafy… Hid deep in rushes, where at rando…
A middle-northern March, now as a… gusts from the South broken agains… but from under, as if a slow hand… it moves—not into April—into a sec… the old skin of wind-clear scales…
Winter is long in this climate and spring—a matter of a few days only,—a flower or two picked from mud or from among wet leaves or at best against treacherous
Here it is spring again and I still a young man! I am late at my singing. The sparrow with the black rain on… has been at his cadenzas for two w…
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…
I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which
By constantly tormenting them with reminders of the lice in their children’s hair, the School Physician first brought their hatred down on him.
Among the rain and lights I saw the figure 5 in gold on a red
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…
In this world of as fine a pair of breasts as ever I saw the fountain in Madison Square
The world begins again! Not wholly insufflated the blackbirds in the rain upon the dead topbranches of the living tree,