#AmericanWriters
One, where the pale sea foamed at… With wave upon slowly shattering w… Turned to the city of towers as ev… And slowly walked by the darkening… And saw how the towers darkened ag…
The sun goes down in a cold pale f… The trees grow dark: the shadows l… And lights wink out through the wi… A clamor of frosty sirens mourns a… Pale slate-grey clouds whirl up fr…
You see that porcelain ranged ther… Platters and soup-plates done with… And tiny violets, and wreaths of i… See how the pattern clings to the… They’re works of art—minutely seen…
Red is the color of blood, and I… I have sought it in the grass. It is the color of steep sun seen… It is hidden under the suave flesh… Flows there, quietly flows.
LXII I read the primrose and the sea and remember nothing I read Arcturus and the snow and remember nothing
The half-shut doors through which… Are softly closed. Horns mutter d… The stars wheel out, the night gro… Darkness settles upon us; a Vague… Drowsily teases at the drowsy brai…
Many things perplex me and leave m… Many things are locked away in the… Never to be opened by me. The starr’d leaves are silently tu… And the mooned leaves;
Over the darkened city, the city o… The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs,… Over a somnolent whisper of loves… The slow wind flows, drearily stre…
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…
I am a house, says Senlin, locked… Sealed from the sun with wall and… Summon me loudly, and you’ll hear… Ring far and faint in the gallerie… You’ll hear soft steps on an old a…
As I walked through the lamplit g… On the thin white crust of snow, So intensely was I thinking of my… So clearly were my eyes fixed On the face of this grief which ha…
The first bell is silver, And breathing darkness I think on… The second bell is crimson, And I think of a holiday night, w… Furrowing the sky with red, and a…
The parrot, screeching, flew out i… Circled three times above the uptu… With a great whir of brilliant out… And then returned to stagger on he… She bowed and smiled, eliciting ap…
See, as the carver carves a rose, A wing, a toad, a serpent’s eye, In cruel granite, to disclose The soft things that in hardness l… So this one, taking up his heart,