#AmericanWriters #FreeVerse
I will teach you my towns… how to perform a funeral… for you have it over a tr… of artists— unless one should scour t…
The May sun—whom all things imitate— that glues small leaves to the wooden trees shone from the sky
The crowd at the ball game is moved uniformly by a spirit of uselessness which delights them— all the exciting detail
Why pretend to remember the weather two years back? Why not? Listen close then repeat after others what they have just said and win a reputation for vivacity. Oh feed upon petals o...
a burst of iris so that come down for breakfast we searched through the rooms for
I stopped the car to let the children down where the streets end in the sun at the marsh edge
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…
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…
The living quality of the man’s mind stands out and its covert assertions for art, art, art!
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
Among the rain and lights I saw the figure 5 in gold on a red
Tracks of rain and light linger in the spongy greens of a nature whos… flickering mountain—bulging nearer… ebbing back into the sun hollowing itself away to hold a la…
munching a plum on the street a paper bag of them in her hand They taste good to her They taste good
The green-blue ground is ruled with silver lines to say the sun is shining And on this moral sea of grass or dreams lie flowers
You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! —if we were rich