#AmericanWriters
Trundled from the strangeness of the sea —— a kind of heaven —— Ladies and Gentlemen!
This horrible but superb painting the parable of the blind without a red in the composition shows a group of beggars leading
A rumpled sheet Of brown paper About the length And apparent bulk Of a man was
A three-day-long rain from the eas… an terminable talking, talking of no consequence—patter, patter,… Hand in hand little winds blow the thin streams aslant.
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
There were some dirty plates and a glass of milk beside her on a small table near the rank, disheveled bed— Wrinkled and nearly blind
a trouble archaically fettered to produce E Pluribus Unum an island
It is cold. The white moon is up among her scattered stars— like the bare thighs of the Police Sergeant’s wife—among her five children . . .
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…
By constantly tormenting them with reminders of the lice in their children’s hair, the School Physician first brought their hatred down on him.
You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! —if we were rich
beauty is a shell from the sea where she rules triumphant till love has had its way with her scallops and
It is a small plant delicately branched and tapering conically to a point, each branch and the peak a wire for
It is still warm enough to slip from the weeds into the lake’s edge, your clothes blushing in the grass and three small boys grinning behind the derelict hearth’s side. But summer...
When the snow falls the flakes spi… that concerns them most intimately two and two to make a dance the mind dances with itself, taking you by the hand,