#AmericanWriters
Folks has be’n to town, and Sahry Fetched 'er home a pet canary—, And of all the blame’, contrary, Aggervatin’ things alive! I love music—that I love it
Thou dread, uncanny thing, With fuzzy breast and leathern win… In mad, zigzagging flight, Notching the dusk, and buffeting The black cheeks of the night,
I’m twins, I guess, 'cause my Ma… I’m two little girls. An’ one o’… Is _Good_ little girl; an’ th’oth… Is _Bad little girl as she can be… An’ Ma say so, 'most ever’ day.
Dexery-tethery! down in the dike, Under the ooze and the slime, Nestles the wraith of a reticent… Blubbering bubbles of rhyme: Though the reeds touch him and tic…
Dear Lord, to Thee my knee is ben… Give me content— Full-pleasured with what comes to… What e’er it be: An humble roof—a frugal board,
O the night was dark and the night… And the robbers came to rob him; And they picked the locks of his p… The robbers that came to rob him— They picked the locks of his palac…
When little Dickie Swope’s a man, He’s go’ to be a Sailor; An’ little Hamey Tincher, he’s A-go’ to be a Tailor: Bud Mitchell, he’s a-go’ to be
Let us rest ourselves a bit! Worry?—wave your hand to it— Kiss your finger-tips and smile It farewell a little while. Weary of the weary way
AFTER READING HIS AU… POOR victim of that vulture curs… That hovers o’er the universe, With ready talons quick to strike In every human heart alike,
While skies glint bright with blue… Through clouds that race o’er fiel… And leaves go dancing left and rig… And orchard apples tumble down; While school-girls sweet, in lane…
I want to sing something—but this… I try and I try, but the rhymes a… As though they were damp, and the… Limp and unlovable. Words will not say what I yearn t…
Gracie wuz allus a _careless_ tot; But Gracie dearly loved her doll, An’ played wiv it on the winder-si… 'Way up-stairs, when she ought to… An’ her muvver _telled_ her so an’…
As a harvester, at dusk, Faring down some woody trail Leading homeward through the musk Of may-apple and pawpaw, Hazel-bush, and spice and haw,—
A fantasy that came to me As wild and wantonly designed As ever any dream might be Unraveled from a madman’s mind,— A tangle-work of tissue, wrought
They’s nothin’ in the name to stri… A feller more’n common like! 'Taint liable to git no praise Ner nothin’ like it nowadays; An’ yit that name o’ her’n is jest