#AmericanWriters
Many things perplex me and leave m… Many things are locked away in the… Never to be opened by me. The starr’d leaves are silently tu… And the mooned leaves;
‘This envelope you say has somethi… Which once belonged to your dead s… He knew, was fond of? Something… The soul flies far, and we can onl… By things like these . . . a photo…
One, from his high bright window i… Leans out, as evening falls, And sees the advancing curtain of… Splashing its silver on roofs and… Sees how, swift as a shadow, it cr…
The sun goes down in a cold pale f… The trees grow dark: the shadows l… And lights wink out through the wi… A clamor of frosty sirens mourns a… Pale slate-grey clouds whirl up fr…
Here on the pale beach, in the dar… With the full moon just to rise; They sit alone, and look over the… Or into each other’s eyes. . . She pokes her parasol into the sle…
Well,—it was two days after my hus… Two days! And the earth still ra… And I was sweeping the carpet in… In number four—the room with the r… Some chorus girls and men were sin…
Music I heard with you was more t… And bread I broke with you was mo… Now that I am without you, all is… All that was once so beautiful is… Your hands once touched this table…
Gracious and lovable and sweet, She made his jaded pulses beat, And made the glare of streets grow… And life more soft and hushed for… Over her shoulder now she smiled
Light your cigarette, then, in thi… And talk to her, your arm engaged… Heavily over your heads the eaten… In the dead air of August strains… Her stone-white face, in the lamp-…
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluej… announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afte… Somewhere beyond the Gorge LI Po… looking for friendship or an old l…
I shall grow calm in a little whil… But now, youth yearns in me to lau… Cruel as cinematograph I show life up to you... and smile… I shall be calm in a little space,…
Twilight is spacious, near things… And distant things seem near. Now in the green west hangs a yell… And now across old waters you may… The profound gloom of bells among…
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
The cigarette-smoke loops and slid… Dipping and swirling as the waiter… You strike a match and stare upon… The tiny fire leaps in your eyes a… And dwindles away as silently as i…
She rose in moonlight, and stood,… With her bare arms uplifted, And lifted her voice in the silenc… And her face was small, and her vo… ‘O moon!’ she cried, ‘I think how…
