#AmericanWriters
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…
The brutal Lord of All will rip us from each other—leave the one to suffer here alone. No need belief in god or hell to postulate that much. The dance: hands touching, leaves touch...
Warm sun, quiet air an old man sits in the doorway of a broken house— boards for windows
Winter is long in this climate and spring—a matter of a few days only,—a flower or two picked from mud or from among wet leaves or at best against treacherous
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
The sky has given over its bitterness. Out of the dark change all day long rain falls and falls
Go to sleep—though of course you w… to tideless waves thundering slant… strong embankments, rattle and swi… dashed thirty feet high, caught by… scattered and strewn broadcast in…
a trouble archaically fettered to produce E Pluribus Unum an island
When trouble comes your soul to tr… You love the friend who just “stan… Perhaps there’s nothing he can do’ The thing is strictly up to you; For there are troubles all your ow…
An old willow with hollow branches slowly swayed his few high gright… and sang: Love is a young green willow shimmering at the bare wood’s edge…
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…
I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which
I gotta buy me a new girdle. (I’ll buy you one) O.K.
This horrible but superb painting the parable of the blind without a red in the composition shows a group of beggars leading
From the Nativity which I have already celebrated the Babe in its Mother’s arms the Wise Men in their stolen splendor