#AmericanWriters
I stopped the car to let the children down where the streets end in the sun at the marsh edge
You know there is not much that I desire, a few chrysanthemum… half lying on the grass, yellow and brown and white, the talk of a few people, the trees,
I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which
Well, Lizzie Anderson! seventeen… the baby hard to find a father for… What will the good Father in Heav… to the local judge if he do not so… A little two-pointed smile and—pou…
Sooner or later we must come to the end of striving to re-establish the image the image of
A day on the boulevards chosen out… student poverty! One best day out… Berket in high spirits—"Ha, orang… And he made to snatch an orange fr… Now so clever was the deception, s…
beauty is a shell from the sea where she rules triumphant till love has had its way with her scallops and
unless there is a new mind there cannot be a new line
What have I to say to you When we shall meet? Yet— I lie here thinking of you. The stain of love
When the snow falls the flakes spi… that concerns them most intimately two and two to make a dance the mind dances with itself, taking you by the hand,
Flowers through the window lavender and yellow changed by white curtains— Smell of cleanliness— Sunshine of late afternoon—
I lie here thinking of you:—— the stain of love is upon the world! Yellow, yellow, yellow it eats into the leaves,
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!
a trouble archaically fettered to produce E Pluribus Unum an island
The over-all picture is winter icy mountains in the background the return from the hunt it is toward evening from the left