#AmericanWriters
Paterson lies in the valley under… its spent waters forming the outli… lies on his right side, head near… of the waters filling his dreams!… his dreams walk about the city whe…
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
A rumpled sheet Of brown paper About the length And apparent bulk Of a man was
You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! —if we were rich
The living quality of the man’s mind stands out and its covert assertions for art, art, art!
By constantly tormenting them with reminders of the lice in their children’s hair, the School Physician first brought their hatred down on him.
Nude bodies like peeled logs sometimes give off a sweetest odor, man and woman under the trees in full excess matching the cushion of
All the complicated details of the attiring and the disattiring are completed! A liquid moon moves gently among
Again I reply to the triple winds running chromatic fifths of derisi… outside my window: Play louder. You will not succeed. I am
The crowd at the ball game is moved uniformly by a spirit of uselessness which delights them— all the exciting detail
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
SOFT as the bed in the earth Where a stone has lain— So soft, so smooth and so cool, Spring closes me in With her arms and her hands.
The May sun—whom all things imitate— that glues small leaves to the wooden trees shone from the sky