#AmericanWriters
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…
A rumpled sheet Of brown paper About the length And apparent bulk Of a man was
It is still warm enough to slip from the weeds into the lake’s edge, your clothes blushing in the grass and three small boys grinning behind the derelict hearth’s side. But summer...
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…
Why pretend to remember the weather two years back? Why not? Listen close then repeat after others what they have just said and win a reputation for vivacity. Oh feed upon petals o...
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!
Sooner or later we must come to the end of striving to re-establish the image the image of
Disciplined by the artist to go round and round in holiday gear a riotously gay rabble of
The whole process is a lie, unless, crowned by excess, It break forcefully, one way or another,
Go to sleep—though of course you w… to tideless waves thundering slant… strong embankments, rattle and swi… dashed thirty feet high, caught by… scattered and strewn broadcast in…
unless there is a new mind there cannot be a new line
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,
Beloved you are Caviar of Caviar Of all I love you best O my Japanese bird nest No herring from Norway
This horrible but superb painting the parable of the blind without a red in the composition shows a group of beggars leading
Subtle, clever brain, wiser than… by what devious means do you contr… to remain idle? Teach me, O maste…