#AmericanWriters
It is a satisfaction a joy to have one of those in the house. when she takes a bath
The world begins again! Not wholly insufflated the blackbirds in the rain upon the dead topbranches of the living tree,
Mr T. bareheaded in a soiled undershirt his hair standing out on all sides
The over-all picture is winter icy mountains in the background the return from the hunt it is toward evening from the left
so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain
Tracks of rain and light linger in the spongy greens of a nature whos… flickering mountain—bulging nearer… ebbing back into the sun hollowing itself away to hold a la…
First he said: It is the woman in us That makes us write– Let us acknowledge it– Men would be silent.
If when my wife is sleeping and the baby and Kathleen are sleeping and the sun is a flame-white disc in silken mists
Take it out in vile whisky, take i… in lifting your skirts to show you… crotches; it is this that is inten… You are it. Your pleas will alway… You too will always go up with the…
Among of green stiff old
I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which
At ten AM the young housewife moves about in negligee behind the wooden walls of her husband’s… I pass solitary in my car. Then again she comes to the curb
A middle-northern March, now as a… gusts from the South broken agains… but from under, as if a slow hand… it moves—not into April—into a sec… the old skin of wind-clear scales…
Oh, black Persian cat! Was not your life already cursed with offspring? We took you for rest to that old Yankee farm, —so lonely