#Americans #Modernism #XXCentury
I gotta buy me a new girdle. (I’ll buy you one) O.K.
Not because of his eyes, the eyes of a bird, but because he is beaked, birdlike, to do an injury, has the turtle attracted you.
They call me and I go. It is a frozen road past midnight, a dust of snow caught in the rigid wheeltracks.
It is a satisfaction a joy to have one of those in the house. when she takes a bath
She sits with tears on her cheek her cheek on her hand
In the flashes and black shadows of July the days, locked in each other’s a… seem still so that squirrels and colored bird…
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
Summer! the painting is organized about a young reaper enjoying his noonday rest
You know there is not much that I desire, a few chrysanthemum… half lying on the grass, yellow and brown and white, the talk of a few people, the trees,
It was an icy day. We buried the cat, then took her box and set fire to it in the back yard.
According to Brueghel when Icarus fell it was spring a farmer was ploughing his field
the back wings of the hospital where nothing will grow lie
Old age is a flight of small cheeping birds skimming bare trees
NOW that I have cooled to you Let there be gold of tarnished mas… Temples soothed by the sun to ruin That sleep utterly. Give me hand for the dances,
My townspeople, beyond in the grea… are many with whom it were far mor… profitable for me to live than her… These whirr about me calling, call… and for my own part I answer them,…
