#AmericanWriters
As evening falls, And the yellow lights leap one by… Along high walls; And along black streets that glist… The muted city seems
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluej… announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afte… Somewhere beyond the Gorge LI Po… looking for friendship or an old l…
You read—what is it, then that you… What music moves so silently in yo… Your bright hand turns the page. I watch you from my window, unsusp… You move in an alien land, a silen…
It is now two hours since I left… And the perfume of your hands is s… And though since then I have looked at the stars, walked… And heard the dead leaves blowing…
More towers must yet be built—more… Great rocks hoisted in air; And he must seek his bread in high… With gulls about him, and clouds j… And so he did not mention his drea…
Snow falls. The sky is grey, and… With purple lights in the canyoned… The fiery sign on the dark tower w… The trodden grass in the park is c… The streets grow silent beneath ou…
After the movie, when the lights c… He takes her powdered hand behind… She, all in yellow, like a butterc… Lifts her white face, yearns up to… And with a silent, gliding step th…
Here on the pale beach, in the dar… With the full moon just to rise; They sit alone, and look over the… Or into each other’s eyes. . . She pokes her parasol into the sle…
Behold me, in my chiffon, gauze, a… Flitting out of the shadow into th… And into the shadow again, without… Firefly’s my name, I am evanescen… Firefly’s your name. You are evan…
In Memory Of. In Fondest Recoll… In Loving Memory Of. In Fond Remembrance. Died in October. Di… Who died at sea? The name of the… Escapes her, gone, blown with the…
One, from his high bright window i… Leans out, as evening falls, And sees the advancing curtain of… Splashing its silver on roofs and… Sees how, swift as a shadow, it cr…
No, I shall not say why it is tha… Why do you ask me, save for vanity… Surely you would not have me, like… Say ‘yes,—your hair curls darkly b… Your mouth has a humorous, tremulo…
The lamplit page is turned, the dr… The music changes tone, you wake,… Deep worlds you lived before,—deep… Of leaf on falling leaf, music on… Rain and sorrow and wind and dust…
She looks out in the blue morning and sees a whole wonderful world she looks out in the morning and sees a whole world she leans out of the window
Up high black walls, up sombre ter… Clinging like luminous birds to th… The yellow lights went climbing to… From high black walls, gleaming va… Each yellow light looked down like…