#AmericanWriters
Trundled from the strangeness of the sea —— a kind of heaven —— Ladies and Gentlemen!
There were some dirty plates and a glass of milk beside her on a small table near the rank, disheveled bed— Wrinkled and nearly blind
You say love is this, love is that… Poplar tassels, willow tendrils the wind and the rain comb, tinkle and drip, tinkle and drip— branches drifting apart. Hagh!
When over the flowery, sharp pastu… edge, unseen, the salt ocean lifts its form—chicory and daisies tied, released, seem hardly flower… but color and the movement—or the…
The rose is obsolete but each petal ends in an edge, the double facet cementing the grooved columns of air ——The edge
My shoes as I lean unlacing them stand out upon flat worsted flowers under my feet.
a trouble archaically fettered to produce E Pluribus Unum an island
You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! —if we were rich
The world begins again! Not wholly insufflated the blackbirds in the rain upon the dead topbranches of the living tree,
It’s a strange courage you give me ancient star: Shine alone in the sunrise toward which you lend no part!
By constantly tormenting them with reminders of the lice in their children’s hair, the School Physician first brought their hatred down on him.
I feel the caress of my own finger… on my own neck as I place my colla… and think pityingly of the kind women I have known.
Oh, black Persian cat! Was not your life already cursed with offspring? We took you for rest to that old Yankee farm, —so lonely
the back wings of the hospital where nothing will grow lie
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…