#AmericanWriters
Vast and grey, the sky is a simulacrum to all but him whose days are vast and grey and— In the tall, dried grasses
In this world of as fine a pair of breasts as ever I saw the fountain in Madison Square
I gotta buy me a new girdle. (I’ll buy you one) O.K.
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
THE ARCHER is wake! The Swan is flying! Gold against blue An Arrow is lying. There is hunting in heaven—
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...
O—EH—lee! La—la! Donna! Donna! Blue is the sky of Palermo; Blue is the little bay; And dost thou remember the orange…
If when my wife is sleeping and the baby and Kathleen are sleeping and the sun is a flame-white disc in silken mists
Rather notice, mon cher, that the moon is titled above the point of the steeple than that its color
Sooner or later we must come to the end of striving to re-establish the image the image of
beauty is a shell from the sea where she rules triumphant till love has had its way with her scallops and
contend in a sea which the land pa… shielding them from the too—heavy… of an ungoverned ocean which when… tortures the biggest hulls, the be… to pit against its beatings, and s…
A big young bareheaded woman in an apron Her hair slicked back standing on the street One stockinged foot toeing
The murderer’s little daughter who is barely ten years old jerks her shoulders right and left so as to catch a glimpse of me
Take it out in vile whisky, take i… in lifting your skirts to show you… crotches; it is this that is inten… You are it. Your pleas will alway… You too will always go up with the…