#AmericanWriters
Summer! the painting is organized about a young reaper enjoying his noonday rest
It is a satisfaction a joy to have one of those in the house. when she takes a bath
The green-blue ground is ruled with silver lines to say the sun is shining And on this moral sea of grass or dreams lie flowers
Lady of dusk-wood fastnesses, Thou art my Lady. I have known the crisp, splinterin… White, slender through green sapli… I have lain by thee on the brown f…
the back wings of the hospital where nothing will grow lie
In the flashes and black shadows of July the days, locked in each other’s a… seem still so that squirrels and colored bird…
I must tell you this young tree whose round and firm trunk between the wet pavement and the gutter
This particular thing, whether it be four pinches of four divers white powders cleverly compounded to cure surely, safely, pleasantly a painful twitching of the eyelids or say a pe...
Mr T. bareheaded in a soiled undershirt his hair standing out on all sides
You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! —if we were rich
The brutal Lord of All will rip us from each other—leave the one to suffer here alone. No need belief in god or hell to postulate that much. The dance: hands touching, leaves touch...
munching a plum on the street a paper bag of them in her hand They taste good to her They taste good
The crowd at the ball game is moved uniformly by a spirit of uselessness which delights them— all the exciting detail
Men with picked voices chant the n… of cities in a huge gallery: promi… that pull through descending stair… to a deep rumbling. The rubbing feet
Subtle, clever brain, wiser than… by what devious means do you contr… to remain idle? Teach me, O maste…