#AmericanWriters
Zeus lies in Ceres’ bosom Taishan is attended of loves under Cythera, before sunrise And he said: “Hay aquí mucho cato… catolithismo
O Dieu, purifiez nos cceurs! Purifiez nos coeurs! Yea the lines hast thou laid unto… in pleasant places, And the beauty of this thy Venice
So-shu dreamed, And having dreamed that he was a b… He was uncertain why he should try… Hence his contentment.
To one, on returning certain years… You wore the same quite correct cl… You took no pleasure at all in my… You had the same old air of condes… Mingled with a curious fear
The ways of Death are soothing an… And all the words of Death are gr… From camp and church, the fireside… She beckons forth– and strife and… A summer night descending cool and…
Like a skein of loose silk blown a… She walks by the railing of a path… And she is dying piece—meal of a sort of emotional anæmia. And round about there is a rabble
When you wake in your crib, You, an inch of experience - Vaulted about With the wonder of darkness; Wailing and striving
Blue mountains to the north of the… White river winding about them; Here we must make separation And go out through a thousand mile… Mind like a floating wide cloud,
Jove, be merciful to that unfortun… Or an ornamental death will be hel… The time is come, the air heaves i… The dry earth pants against the ca… But this heat is not the root of t…
I join these words for four people… Some others may overhear them, O world, I am sorry for you, You do not know these four people.
Empty are the ways, Empty are the ways of this land And the flowers Bend over with heavy heads. They bend in vain.
Winter is icummen in, Lhude sing Goddamm. Raineth drop and staineth slop, And how the wind doth ramm! Sing: Goddamm.
The apparition of these faces in t… Petals on a wet, black bough.
Les yeux d’une morte M’ont salué, Enchassés dans un visage stupide Dont tous les autres traits étaien… Ils m’ont salué
O woe, woe, People are born and die, We also shall be dead pretty soon Therefore let us act as if we were dead already.