#AmericanWriters
Oh strong—ridged and deeply hollow… nose of mine! what will you not be… What tactless asses we are, you an… always indiscriminate, always unas… and now it is the souring flowers…
By constantly tormenting them with reminders of the lice in their children’s hair, the School Physician first brought their hatred down on him.
Flowers through the window lavender and yellow changed by white curtains— Smell of cleanliness— Sunshine of late afternoon—
ALL those treasures that lie in t… Mightier than the room of the star… All those treasures—I hold them i… Against the sides and the lid and… Crying that there is no sun come a…
It was an icy day. We buried the cat, then took her box and set fire to it in the back yard.
And yet one arrives somehow, finds himself loosening the hooks… her dress in a strange bedroom— feels the autumn
I gotta buy me a new girdle. (I’ll buy you one) O.K.
The murderer’s little daughter who is barely ten years old jerks her shoulders right and left so as to catch a glimpse of me
Beloved you are Caviar of Caviar Of all I love you best O my Japanese bird nest No herring from Norway
It is a satisfaction a joy to have one of those in the house. when she takes a bath
I must tell you this young tree whose round and firm trunk between the wet pavement and the gutter
contend in a sea which the land pa… shielding them from the too—heavy… of an ungoverned ocean which when… tortures the biggest hulls, the be… to pit against its beatings, and s…
Constantly near you, I never in m… sixty-four years knew you so well… or half so well. We talked. you we… so lucid, so disengaged from all e… of place and time. We talked of ou…
The over-all picture is winter icy mountains in the background the return from the hunt it is toward evening from the left
Disciplined by the artist to go round and round in holiday gear a riotously gay rabble of