#AmericanWriters
O’eh’lee! La’la! Donna! Donna! Blue is the sky of Palermo; Blue is the little bay; And dost thou remember the orange…
They call me and I go. It is a frozen road past midnight, a dust of snow caught in the rigid wheeltracks.
Among of green stiff old
In the flashes and black shadows of July the days, locked in each other’s a… seem still so that squirrels and colored bird…
The rose is obsolete but each petal ends in an edge, the double facet cementing the grooved columns of air—The edge
The sky has given over its bitterness. Out of the dark change all day long rain falls and falls
Not because of his eyes, the eyes of a bird, but because he is beaked, birdlike, to do an injury, has the turtle attracted you.
Subtle, clever brain, wiser than… by what devious means do you contr… to remain idle? Teach me, O maste…
I gotta buy me a new girdle. (I’ll buy you one) O.K.
If a man can say of his life or any moment of his life, There is nothing more to be desired! his st… becomes like that told in the famo… double sonnet—but without the
The crowd at the ball game is moved uniformly by a spirit of uselessness which delights them— all the exciting detail
Tho’ I’m no Catholic I listen hard when the bells in the yellow—brick tower of their new church ring down the leaves
The over-all picture is winter icy mountains in the background the return from the hunt it is toward evening from the left
The dayseye hugging the earth in August, ha! Spring is gone down in purple, weeds stand high in the corn, the rainbeaten furrow
NOW that I have cooled to you Let there be gold of tarnished mas… Temples soothed by the sun to ruin That sleep utterly. Give me hand for the dances,