#AmericanWriters
At first you will know not what th… And you may never know, And we may never tell you:— These sudden flashes in your soul, Like lambent lightning on snowy cl…
Vegetarian, non-resistant, free-th… Orator apt at the rhine-stone rhyt… Carnivorous, avenger, believer and… Continent, promiscuous, changeable… Proud, with the pride that makes s…
My life’s blossom might have bloom… Save for a bitter wind which stunt… On the side of me which you in the… From the dust I lift a voice of p… My flowering side you never saw!
Suppose it is nothing but the hive… That there are drones and workers And queens, and nothing but storin… (Material things as well as cultur… For the next generation, this gene…
I had no objection at all To selling my household effects at… On the village square. It gave my beloved flock the chanc… To get something which had belonge…
I wrote him a letter asking him fo… To discharge my sick boy from the… But maybe he couldn’t read it. Then I went to town and had James… Who wrote beautifully, write him a…
The white men played all sorts of… They took big fish off my hook And put little ones on, while I w… Getting a stringer, and made me be… I hadn’t seen aright the fish I h…
It never came into my mind Until I was ready to die That Jenny had loved me to death,… For I was seventy, she was thirty… And I wore myself to a shadow try…
She loved me. Oh! how she loved m… I never had a chance to escape From the day she first saw me. But then after we were married I… She might prove her mortality and…
You have become a forge of snow-wh… A crucible of molten steel, O Fra… Your sons are stars who cluster to… And fade in light for you, O glor… They pass through meteor changes w…
They called me the weakling, the s… For my brothers were strong and be… While I, the last child of parent… Inherited only their residue of po… But they, my brothers, were eaten…
She took my strength by minutes, She took my life by hours, She drained me like a fevered moon That saps the spinning world. The days went by like shadows,
On a mountain top above the clouds That streamed like a sea below me I said that peak is the thought of… And that one is the prayer of Jes… And this one is the dream of Plat…
This is Darrow, Inadequately scrawled, with his yo… And his drawl, and his infinite pa… And his sadness, and kindness, And his artist sense that drives h…
“What will you do when you come to… If all your life long you have rej… And know as you lie there, He is… Over and over I said, I, the revi… Ah, yes! but there are friends and…