#Americans #Modernism #XXCentury
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 satisfaction a joy to have one of those in the house. when she takes a bath
the back wings of the hospital where nothing will grow lie
Tho’ I’m no Catholic I listen hard when the bells in the yellow—brick tower of their new church ring down the leaves
It is a small plant delicately branched and tapering conically to a point, each branch and the peak a wire for
A power-house in the shape of a red brick chair 90 feet high on the seat of which
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—
THERE is a bird in the poplars— It is the sun! The leaves are little yellow fish Swimming in the river; The bird skims above them—
I have discovered that most of the beauties of travel are due to the strange hours we keep to see t… the domes of the Church of the Paulist Fathers in Weehawken
I gotta buy me a new girdle. (I’ll buy you one) O.K.
This quiet morning light reflected, how many times from grass and tress and clouds enters my north room touching the walls with
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…
Lady of dusk-wood fastnesses, Thou art my Lady. I have known the crisp, splinterin… White, slender through green sapli… I have lain by thee on the brown f…
Constantly near you, I never in m… sixty-four years knew you so well… or half so well. We talked. you we… so lucid, so disengaged from all e… of place and time. We talked of ou…
This is a schoolyard crowded with children of all ages near a village on a small stream
