#AmericanWriters
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…
How did you feel, you libertarians… Who spent your talents rallying no… Around the saloon, as if Liberty Was not to be found anywhere excep… Or at a table, guzzling?
My mind was a mirror: It saw what it saw, it knew what i… In youth my mind was just a mirror In a rapidly flying car, Which catches and loses bits of th…
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…
Knowlt Hoheimer ran away to the w… The day before Curl Trenary Swore out a warrant through Justi… For stealing hogs. But that’s not the reason he turne…
Doc Meyers said I had satyriasis, And Doc Hill called it leucaemia— But I know what brought me here: I was sixty-four but strong as a m… Of thirty-five or forty.
I inherited forty acres from my F… And, by working my wife, my two so… From dawn to dusk, I acquired A thousand acres. But not content… Wishing to own two thousand acres,
I had fiddled all day at the count… But driving home “Butch” Weldy an… Who were roaring full, made me fid… To the song of Susie Skinner, whi… Till they ran away.
’Twas the shrunken soul of the tra… That whined in a coign of the dark… And the fiends were aroused from s… When Cerberus began to bark. ‘Methought that I spoke’ said Jul…
I was the Sunday school superinte… The dummy president of the wagon w… And the canning factory, Acting for Thomas Rhodes and the… My son the cashier of the bank,
Do you remember when I stood on t… Of the Court House and talked fre… And the single-tax of Henry Georg… Then do you remember that, when th… Lost the first battle, I began to…
I was the Widow McFarlane, Weaver of carpets for all the vill… And I pity you still at the loom… You who are singing to the shuttle And lovingly watching the work of…
(Europe Conquers America.) Strong for the strong and in his o… Half-boy, half-madman, playing wit… Usurper, hoodlum, wed to his desir… Loud in the hunt—afraid albeit to…
I was sixteen, and I had the most… And specks before my eyes, and ner… And I couldn’t remember the books… Like Frank Drummer who memorized… And my back was weak, and I worri…
Very well, you liberals, And navigators into realms intelle… You sailors through heights imagin… Blown about by erratic currents, t… You Margaret Fuller Slacks, Peti…