#AmericanWriters
In Memory Of. In Fondest Recoll… In Loving Memory Of. In Fond Remembrance. Died in October. Di… Who died at sea? The name of the… Escapes her, gone, blown with the…
The day opens with the brown light… And past the window snowflakes fal… I sit in my chair all day and work… Measuring words against each other… I open the piano and play a tune
Now, when the moon slid under the… And the cold clear dark of starlig… He heard in his blood the well-kno… Tolling slowly in heaves of sound, Slowly beating, slowly beating,
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm,… Tremble and glow with the lives wi… Moving like music, secret and rich… How shall we live to-night, where…
The parrot, screeching, flew out i… Circled three times above the uptu… With a great whir of brilliant out… And then returned to stagger on he… She bowed and smiled, eliciting ap…
‘Draw three cards, and I will tel… Draw three cards, and lay them dow… Rest your palms upon them, stare a… And think of time . . . My father… My mother was a gypsy out of Egyp…
She rose among us where we lay. She wept, we put our work away. She chilled our laughter, stilled… And spread a silence there. And darkness shot across the sky,
Red is the color of blood, and I… I have sought it in the grass. It is the color of steep sun seen… It is hidden under the suave flesh… Flows there, quietly flows.
The white fog creeps from the cold… Over the pale grey tumbled towers,… And settles among the roofs, the p… Along damp sinuous streets it craw… Curls like a dream among the motio…
As evening falls, And the yellow lights leap one by… Along high walls And along black streets that glist… The muted city seems
As I walked through the lamplit g… On the thin white crust of snow, So intensely was I thinking of my… So clearly were my eyes fixed On the face of this grief which ha…
Over the darkened city, the city o… The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs,… Over a somnolent whisper of loves… The slow wind flows, drearily stre…
All night long, it has seemed for… We have heard the terrible sound o… All night long we have lain and wa… We cannot sleep, though we are tir… The sound of guns is in our ears,
Queen cleopatra, now grown old, Watched the green grass turning br… The river is shrunk to half its si… Now I will lay me down. Queen Cleopatra called her slaves
It is night time, and cold, and sn… And no wind grieves the walls. In the small world of light around… A swarm of snowflakes falls and fa… The street grows silent. The last…