#AmericanWriters
The white men played all sorts of… They took big fish off my hook And put little ones on, while I w… Getting a stringer, and made me be… I hadn’t seen aright the fish I h…
I had fiddled all day at the count… But driving home “Butch” Weldy an… Who were roaring full, made me fid… To the song of Susie Skinner, whi… Till they ran away.
Seeds in a dry pod, tick, tick, ti… Tick, tick, tick, like mites in a… Faint iambics that the full breeze… But the pine tree makes a symphony… Triolets, villanelles, rondels, ro…
The sudden death of Eugene Carman Put me in line to be promoted to f… And I told my wife and children t… But it didn’t come, and so I thou… Old Rhodes suspected me of steali…
Maurice, weep not, I am not here… The balmy air of spring whispers t… The stars sparkle, the whippoorwil… But thou grievest, while my soul l… In the blest Nirvana of eternal l…
The very fall my sister Nancy Kna… Set fire to the house They were trying Dr. Duval For the murder of Zora Clemens, And I sat in the court two weeks
My mother was for woman’s rights And my father was the rich miller… I dreamed of the wrongs of the wor… When my father died, I set out to… In order to learn how to reform th…
A step-mother drove me from home,… A squaw-man, a flaneur and diletta… For years I was his mistress—no o… I learned from him the parasite cu… With which I moved with the bluff…
In the lust of my strength I cursed God, but he paid no atte… I might as well have cursed the st… In my last sickness I was in agon… And I cursed God for my suffering…
We stand about this place—we, the… And shade our eyes because we drea… “June 17th, 1884, aged 21 years an… And all things are changed. And we—we, the memories, stand her…
Nothing in life is alien to you: I was a penniless girl from Summu… Who stepped from the morning train… All the houses stood before me wit… And drawn shades—I was barred out…
I was the Widow McFarlane, Weaver of carpets for all the vill… And I pity you still at the loom… You who are singing to the shuttle And lovingly watching the work of…
In youth my wings were strong and… But I did not know the mountains. In age I knew the mountains But my weary wings could not follo… Genius is wisdom and youth.
I bought every kind of machine tha… Grinders, shellers, planters, mowe… Mills and rakes and ploughs and th… And all of them stood in the rain… Getting rusted, warped and battere…
I was the only child of Frances H… And Thomas Greene of Kentucky, Of valiant and honorable blood bot… To them I owe all that I became, Judge, member of Congress, leader…