#Americans
When she came out, that white litt… With her bright hair, and her eyes… He suddenly lost his leader, and a… And only heard an immortal music s… Of dryads flashing in the green wo…
On the day when my uncle and I dr… Rain rattled on the roof of the ca… And talkng constrainedly of this a… We refrained from looking at the c… When we reached the cemetery
I. (Bread and Music) 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…
This girl gave her heart to me, And this, and this. This one looked at me as if she lo… And silently walked away. This one I saw once and loved, an…
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…
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-…
Through that window—all else being… Except itself and me—I saw the st… Of darkness against darkness. Wit… It turned and turned, dived downwa… How order might—if chaos wished—be…
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
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
In the mazes of loitering people,… The shadows of tree-trunks and sha… In the drowse of the sunlight, amo… I suddenly face you, Your dark eyes return for a space…
You see that porcelain ranged ther… Platters and soup-plates done with… And tiny violets, and wreaths of i… See how the pattern clings to the… They’re works of art—minutely seen…
My heart is an old house, and in t… In the very centre, dark and forgo… Is a locked room where an enchante… Lies sleeping. But sometimes, in that dark house,
Like an old tree uprooted by the w… And flung down cruelly With roots bared to the sun and st… And limp leaves brought to earth— Torn from its house—