#AmericanWriters
You would extend the mind beyond t… Furious, bending, suffering in thi… And unpoetic dicta; you have been Forced by hypothesis to fiercer fa… As metal singing hard, with firmne…
The branches, jointed, pointing up and out, shine out like brass. Upon the heavy
I was the patriarch of the shining… Of the blond summer and metallic g… Men vanished at the motion of my h… And when I beckoned they would co… The earth grew dense with grain at…
Who knows Where my sight goes, What your sight shows— Where the peachtree blows? The frogs sing
I could tell Of silence where One ran before Himself and fell Into silence
Europe: 1944 as regarded from a great distance Impersonal the aim Where giant movements tend; Each man appears the same;
Beyond the steady rock the steady… In movement more immovable than st… Gathers and washes and is gone. I… A slow obscure metonymy of motion, Crumbling the inner barriers of th…
Far out of sight forever stands th… Bounding the land with pale tranqu… When a small child, I watched it… At thirty miles or more. The visi… Lies in the eye, soft blue and far…
My mother Foresaw deaths And walked among Chrysanthemums, Winecolored,
The grandeur of deep afternoons, The pomp of haze on marble hills, Where every white-walled villa swo… Through violence that heat fulfill… Pass tirelessly and more alone
Where I walk out to meet you on the cloth of burning fields the goldfinches
The spring has darkened with activ… The future gathers in vine, bush,… Persimmon, walnut, loquat, fig, an… Degrees and kinds of color, taste,… These will advance in their due se…
Immeasurable haze: The desert valley spreads Up golden river-beds As if in other days. Trees rise and thin away,
Where am I now? And what Am I to say portends? Death is but death, and not The most obtuse of ends. No matter how one leans
The night was faint and sheer; Immobile, road and dune. Then, for a moment, clear, A plane moved past the moon. O spirit cool and frail,