#AmericanWriters
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The crowd at the ball game is moved uniformly by a spirit of uselessness which delights them— all the exciting detail
This particular thing, whether it be four pinches of four divers white powders cleverly compounded to cure surely, safely, pleasantly a painful twitching of the eyelids or say a pe...
Not because of his eyes, the eyes of a bird, but because he is beaked, birdlike, to do an injury, has the turtle attracted you.
The world begins again! Not wholly insufflated the blackbirds in the rain upon the dead topbranches of the living tree,
It is a satisfaction a joy to have one of those in the house. when she takes a bath
The birches are mad with green poi… the wood’s edge is burning with th… burning, seething—No, no, no. The birches are opening their leav… by one. Their delicate leaves unfo…
ALL those treasures that lie in t… Mightier than the room of the star… All those treasures—I hold them i… Against the sides and the lid and… Crying that there is no sun come a…
THE ARCHER is wake! The Swan is flying! Gold against blue An Arrow is lying. There is hunting in heaven—
Old age is a flight of small cheeping birds skimming bare trees
WHERE shall I find you— You, my grotesque fellows That I seek everywhere To make up my band? None, not one
Of asphodel, that greeny flower, like a buttercup upon its branching stem— save that it’s green and wooden— I come, my sweet,
Her body is not so white as anemone petals nor so smooth ——nor so remote a thing. It is a field of the wild carrot taking the field by force; the grass
Oh strong—ridged and deeply hollow… nose of mine! what will you not be… What tactless asses we are, you an… always indiscriminate, always unas… and now it is the souring flowers…
The pure products of America go crazy— mountain folk from Kentucky or the ribbed north end of Jersey