#AmericanWriters
‘My towers at last!’— What meant the word from what acknowledged circuit spr… and in the heart and on the tongue at sight of few familiar birds
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…
The door is shut. She leaves the… And down the grey-walled stairs co… Towards the dazzling street. Her withered hand clings tightly t… The long stairs rise and fall bene…
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…
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…
‘Draw three cards, and I will tel… Draw three cards, and lay them dow… Rest your palms upon them, stare a… And think of time . . . My father… My mother was a gypsy out of Egyp…
She turned her head on the pillow,… And drawing a shaken breath, and c… To shut out, if she could, this di… The wigs and costumes scattered ar… Yellows and greens in the dark,—sh…
She rose among us where we lay. She wept, we put our work away. She chilled our laughter, stilled… And spread a silence there. And darkness shot across the sky,
Harsh, harsh, the maram grass on t… seen by the cricket’s eye agains… anchor-frost and seaward, the ligh… the bellbuoy-beating moon, the tid… ringing above deep channels and ol…
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…
from Senlin: A Biography It is moonlight. Alone in the sil… I ascend my stairs once more, While waves, remote in a pale blue… Crash on a white sand shore.
He, in the room above, grown old a… She, in the room below—his floor h… Pursue their separate dreams. He… And throws himself on the bed, fac… She, by the window, smiles at a st…
It is morning, Senlin says, and i… When the light drips through the s… I arise, I face the sunrise, And do the things my fathers learn… Stars in the purple dusk above the…
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