#AmericanWriters
Knock on the door, and you shall h… Open the heavy walls to set me fre… And blow a horn to call me into th… And startled then what a strange t… Nuns, murderers, and drunkards, sa…
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…
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…
He Fill your bowl with roses: the bow… Sit at the western window. Take t… Between your hands like a ball of… Poise it to let it fall, but hold…
I shall grow calm in a little whil… But now, youth yearns in me to lau… Cruel as cinematograph I show life up to you... and smile… I shall be calm in a little space,…
LXII I read the primrose and the sea and remember nothing I read Arcturus and the snow and remember nothing
I stood for a long while before th… Looking at the blue butterflies em… The building was a tower before me… Time was loud behind me, Sun went over the housetops and du…
Suddenly, after the quarrel, while… Disheartened, silent, with downcas… Eyelid nor finger, hopeless both,… Against all hope to unsay the sund… While all the room’s stillness dee…
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…
The round red sun heaves darkly ou… The walls and towers are warmed an… Sounds go drowsily up from streets… The city stirs like one that is ha… And the mist flows up by dazzling…
The snow floats down upon us, ming… It eddies around pale lilac lamps,… Down golden-windowed walls. We were all born of flesh, in a fl… We do not remember the red roots w…
Through that window’all else bei… Except itself and me’I saw the… Of darkness against darkness. Wit… It turned and turned, dived downwa… How order might’if chaos wished’…
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…
The days, the nights, flow one by… The hours go silently over our lif… We are like dreamers who walk bene… Beneath high walls we flow in the… We sleep, we wake, we laugh, we pu…
Wind blows. Snow falls. The gre… Ticks with reverberant coil and to… At the deep sudden stroke the pige… The fine snow flutes the cracks be… We close our coats, and hurry, and…