#AmericanWriters
Snow falls: years of anger following hours that float idly down — the blizzard drifts its weight
The green-blue ground is ruled with silver lines to say the sun is shining And on this moral sea of grass or dreams lie flowers
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…
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
Let the snake wait under his weed and the writing be of words, slow and quick, sharp to strike, quiet to wait,
It is a willow when summer is over… a willow by the river from which no leaf has fallen nor bitten by the sun turned orange or crimson.
By constantly tormenting them with reminders of the lice in their children’s hair, the School Physician first brought their hatred down on him.
The May sun—whom all things imitate— that glues small leaves to the wooden trees shone from the sky
The pure products of America go crazy— mountain folk from Kentucky or the ribbed north end of Jersey
Flowers through the window lavender and yellow changed by white curtains— Smell of cleanliness— Sunshine of late afternoon—
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
Constantly near you, I never in m… sixty-four years knew you so well… or half so well. We talked. you we… so lucid, so disengaged from all e… of place and time. We talked of ou…
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…
If when my wife is sleeping and the baby and Kathleen are sleeping and the sun is a flame-white disc in silken mists
This is a slight stiff dance to a waking baby whose arms have been lying curled back above his head upon the pillow, making a flower—the eyes closed. Dead to the world! Waking is a...