#AmericanWriters
Let me not shrink at sight of deat… Nor waste in grief an idle breath.… You whom I loved are one with cla… The brightness in your eyes is gon… I shall not meet your face to-day;
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…
Begotten by the meeting of rock wi… The mating of rock and rock, rocks… Created so, and yet forgetful, wal… The seaward path, puts up her left… Blue eyes, the eyes of rock, to se…
Gracious and lovable and sweet, She made his jaded pulses beat, And made the glare of streets grow… And life more soft and hushed for… Over her shoulder now she smiled
All lovely things will have an end… All lovely things will fade and di… And youth, that’s now so bravely s… Will beg a penny by and by. Fine ladies soon are all forgotten…
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…
These hills are sandy. Trees are… Caw dismally in skies of an arid b… Complain in dusty pine-trees. Yel… Lights on the long brown slopes a… Dew as heavy as rain; the rabbit t…
Music I heard with you was more t… And bread I broke with you was mo… Now that I am without you, all is… All that was once so beautiful is… Your hands once touched this table…
I. (Bread and Music) Music I heard with you was more t… And bread I broke with you was mo… Now that I am without you, all is… All that was once so beautiful is…
The cigarette smoke loops and slid… Dipping and swirling as the waiter… You strike a match and stare upon… The tiny firelight leaps in your e… And dies away as silently as it ca…
We sit together and talk, or smoke… You say (but use no words) ‘this n… As other nights when we are dead w… Perhaps I misconstrue you: you me… ‘How deathly pale my face looks in…
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…
Well, as you say, we live for smal… We move in crowds, we flow and tal… Seeing so many eyes and hands and… So many mouths, and all with secre… Yet know so little of them; only s…
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…