#AmericanWriters
Subtle, clever brain, wiser than… by what devious means do you contr… to remain idle? Teach me, O maste…
Yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow! It is not a color. It is summer! It is the wind on a willow, the lap of waves, the shadow
WHERE shall I find you— You, my grotesque fellows That I seek everywhere To make up my band? None, not one
A three-day-long rain from the eas… an terminable talking, talking of no consequence—patter, patter,… Hand in hand little winds blow the thin streams aslant.
O—EH—lee! La—la! Donna! Donna! Blue is the sky of Palermo; Blue is the little bay; And dost thou remember the orange…
a burst of iris so that come down for breakfast we searched through the rooms for
The grass is very green, my friend… and tousled, like the head of —— your grandson, yes? And the mounta… the mountain we climbed twenty years since for the last
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
If you had come away with me into another state we had been quiet together. But there the sun coming up out of the nothing beyond the lake…
The over-all picture is winter icy mountains in the background the return from the hunt it is toward evening from the left
Among the rain and lights I saw the figure 5 in gold on a red
Why pretend to remember the weather two years back? Why not? Listen close then repeat after others what they have just said and win a reputation for vivacity. Oh feed upon petals o...
Pour the wine bridegroom where before you the bride is enthroned her hair loose at her temples a head of ripe wheat is on
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
You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! —if we were rich