#AmericanWriters
The sky has given over its bitterness. Out of the dark change all day long rain falls and falls
My wife’s new pink slippers have gay pompons. There is not a spot or a stain on their satin toes or their sides… All night they lie together
I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which
By the road to the contagious hosp… under the surge of the blue mottled clouds driven from the northeast—a cold wind. Beyond, th… waste of broad, muddy fields
By the road to the contagious hosp… under the surge of the blue mottled clouds driven from the northeast—a cold wind. Beyond, the waste of broad, muddy fields
This quiet morning light reflected, how many times from grass and tress and clouds enters my north room touching the walls with
I will teach you my towns… how to perform a funeral… for you have it over a tr… of artists— unless one should scour t…
Why go further? One might conceivably rectify the rhythm, study all out and arrive at the perfection of a tiger lily or a china doorknob. One might lift all out of the ruck, be a w...
While she sits there with tears on her cheek her cheek on
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…
The over-all picture is winter icy mountains in the background the return from the hunt it is toward evening from the left
Summer! the painting is organized about a young reaper enjoying his noonday rest
If a man can say of his life or any moment of his life, There is nothing more to be desired! his st… becomes like that told in the famo… double sonnet—but without the
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.
THERE is a bird in the poplars— It is the sun! The leaves are little yellow fish Swimming in the river; The bird skims above them—