#AmericanWriters
You know there is not much that I desire, a few chrysanthemum… half lying on the grass, yellow and brown and white, the talk of a few people, the trees,
She sits with tears on her cheek her cheek on her hand
Pour the wine bridegroom where before you the bride is enthroned her hair loose at her temples a head of ripe wheat is on
My townspeople, beyond in the grea… are many with whom it were far mor… profitable for me to live than her… These whirr about me calling, call… and for my own part I answer them,…
The coroner’s merry little childre… Have such twinkling brown eyes. Their father is not of gay men And their mother jocular in no wis… Yet the coroner’s merry little chi…
Your thighs are appletrees whose blossoms touch the sky. Which sky? The sky where Watteau hung a lady’s slipper. Your knees
This horrible but superb painting the parable of the blind without a red in the composition shows a group of beggars leading
By the road to the contagious hosp… under the surge of the blue mottled clouds driven from the northeast—a cold wind. Beyond, th… waste of broad, muddy fields
The dayseye hugging the earth in August, ha! Spring is gone down in purple, weeds stand high in the corn, the rainbeaten furrow
Beloved you are Caviar of Caviar Of all I love you best O my Japanese bird nest No herring from Norway
It’s all in the sound. A song. Seldom a song. It should be a song—made of particulars, wasps,
The living quality of the man’s mind stands out and its covert assertions for art, art, art!
unless there is a new mind there cannot be a new line
I bought a dish mop— having no daughter— for they had twisted fine ribbons of shining copper about white twine
This plot of ground facing the waters of this inlet is dedicated to the living presenc… Emily Dickinson Wellcome who was born in England; married;