#AmericanWriters
‘ Some Cupid kills with arrows, s… I WRITE for those, of whom I kn… Young, pretty, and a little bit fl… Who would do even more harm, if th… The science of the Art of being G…
JUST a very common thing - Shouts and whistles, bells that ri… Just a platform in the rain And a slowly moving train; Just a woman dressed in black
ON summer evenings when the full… Serene and fair, High in the crystal air, On hillsides deep in birches and i… Then in all hearts there stirs a h…
(Her lover speaks.) AN equal love between a man and w… This is the only charm to set us f… And this the only omen Of immortality.
THE rustling palms bend readily Between the sun and me; The trades blow warm and steadily Across the turquoise sea; But I’d rather feel the March win…
NIGHT after night within the gro… The night wind spares the sacred f… The breath made visible of love, Of worship and desire. I set the tripod at thy shrine;
Her old love in tears and silence… Ringed by moats and flanked with t… ‘Here,’ he said, 'will come no whi… In these granite walls imprisoned,… As he spoke along the highway ther…
THE white cat is sleeping by the… With her paws tucked under her chi… Very tame and gentle she is sleepi… Whom I saw but now come in, Come in from the dark night and th…
WAYNE was looking near and far After the theatre to find his car. He had taken his wife to the play… Broadway was glittering hard and b… With every sort of electric light
THERE was an instant when he mig… He could not see the lady; but ins… He nodded with a blank, impassive… And waited, never moving from his… Beside the window, till a moment m…
IN this still cloister where the… Waist-high between the arches and… You would have walked a thousand y… So faithful, who are now so infide… You would have fancied your wild h…
WE have quarreled; ugly things ha… Bitter things, in a tone controlle… Temperate; we weighed our words, l… Of cruelty lose the edge of being… We have quarreled over a trifle, o…
COURAGE to ask of love neither… Wisdom to wait, silence and faith… Fear, not alone lest the bond be s… But, that love, too desperately de…
At dead of night about the dying f… They told a story how the dead app… And men, grown still with fear, Forgot their old desire For those who once were dear,
FARE you well, who love the high… Love the cities, tall and bright, For the forest ways are my ways, And the birds’ songs my delight, And the stars in river byways