#AmericanWriters
While she sits there with tears on her cheek her cheek on
Light hearted William twirled his November moustaches and, half dressed, looked from the bedroom window upon the spring weather.
Trundled from the strangeness of the sea —— a kind of heaven —— Ladies and Gentlemen!
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,
She sits with tears on her cheek her cheek on her hand
The half-stripped trees struck by a wind together, bending all, the leaves flutter drily and refuse to let go
One leaves his leaves at home beomg a mullen and sends up a ligh… to peer from: I will have my way, yellow—A mast with a lantern, ten fifty, a hundred, smaller and smal…
The grass is very green, my friend… and tousled, like the head of —— your grandson, yes? And the mounta… the mountain we climbed twenty years since for the last
School is over. It is too hot to walk at ease. At ease in light frocks they walk the stre… to while the time away. They have grown tall. They hold
Sooner or later we must come to the end of striving to re-establish the image the image of
The birches are mad with green poi… the wood’s edge is burning with th… burning, seething—No, no, no. The birches are opening their leav… by one. Their delicate leaves unfo…
This horrible but superb painting the parable of the blind without a red in the composition shows a group of beggars leading
By constantly tormenting them with reminders of the lice in their children’s hair, the School Physician first brought their hatred down on him.
Each time it rings I think it is for me but it is not for me nor for anyone it merely
O—EH—lee! La—la! Donna! Donna! Blue is the sky of Palermo; Blue is the little bay; And dost thou remember the orange…