#Americans
As a boy, Theodore, you sat for l… On the shore of the turbid Spoon With deep-set eye staring at the d… Waiting for him to appear, pushing… First his waving antennae, like st…
I spent my money trying to elect y… A. D. Blood. I lavished my admiration upon you, You were to my mind the almost per… You devoured my personality,
I, the scourge-wielder, balance-wr… Smiter with whips and swords; I, hater of the breakers of the la… I, legalist, inexorable and bitter… Driving the jury to hang the madma…
Have you seen walking through the… A man with downcast eyes and hagga… That is my husband who, by secret… never to be told, robbed me of my… Till at last, wrinkled and with ye…
Why was I not devoured by self-co… And rotted down by indifference And impotent revolt like Indignat… Why, with all of my errant steps Did I miss the fate of Willard F…
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?
When Fort Sumter fell and the war… I cried out in bitterness of soul: “O glorious republic now no more!” When they buried my soldier son To the call of trumpets and the so…
Reading in Ovid the sorrowful sto… Son of the love of Tereus and Pro… For the guilty passion of Tereus… The flesh of him served to Tereus… And the wrath of Tereus, the murd…
If you in the village think that m… Who closed the saloons and stopped… And haled old Daisy Fraser before… In many a crusade to purge the peo… Why do you let the milliner’s daug…
The pine woods on the hill, And the farmhouse miles away, Showed clear as though behind a le… Under a sky of peacock blue! But a blanket of cloud by afternoo…
Glorious daughter of time! Thou o… Thou of the virginal forehead—pall… Thou of the strong white hands wit… Of the blood that quickened the fa… Leave thou the path of the beasts.…
A step-mother drove me from home,… A squaw-man, a flaneur and diletta… For years I was his mistress—no o… I learned from him the parasite cu… With which I moved with the bluff…
There is the caw of a crow, And the hesitant song of a thrush. There is the tinkle of a cowbell f… And the voice of a plowman on Shi… The forest beyond the orchard is s…
All your sorrow, Louise, and hatr… Sprang from your delusion that it… Of spirit and contempt of your sou… Which made me turn to Annabelle a… You really grew to hate me for lov…
Jonas Keene thought his lot a har… Because his children were all fail… But I know of a fate more trying… It is to be a failure while your c… For I raised a brood of eagles