#AmericanWriters
NOW that I have cooled to you Let there be gold of tarnished mas… Temples soothed by the sun to ruin That sleep utterly. Give me hand for the dances,
Let the snake wait under his weed and the writing be of words, slow and quick, sharp to strike, quiet to wait,
Men with picked voices chant the n… of cities in a huge gallery: promi… that pull through descending stair… to a deep rumbling. The rubbing feet
It was an icy day. We buried the cat, then took her box and set fire to it in the back yard.
The half-stripped trees struck by a wind together, bending all, the leaves flutter drily and refuse to let go
From the Nativity which I have already celebrated the Babe in its Mother’s arms the Wise Men in their stolen splendor
Again I reply to the triple winds running chromatic fifths of derisi… outside my window: Play louder. You will not succeed. I am
Light hearted William twirled his November moustaches and, half dressed, looked from the bedroom window upon the spring weather.
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…
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
O—EH—lee! La—la! Donna! Donna! Blue is the sky of Palermo; Blue is the little bay; And dost thou remember the orange…
Yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow! It is not a color. It is summer! It is the wind on a willow, the lap of waves, the shadow
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...
It is a satisfaction a joy to have one of those in the house. when she takes a bath
It’s a strange courage you give me ancient star: Shine alone in the sunrise toward which you lend no part!