#AmericanWriters
At Rochecoart, Where the hills part in three ways, And three valleys, full of winding… Fork out to south and north,
The gew-gaws of false amber and fa… ‘Like to like nature’: these agglu…
Kung walked by the dynastic temple and into the cedar grove, and then out by the lower river, And with him Khieu Tchi
Leucis, who intended a Grand Pass… Ends with a willingness-to-oblige.
Even in my dreams you have denied… You have sent me only your handmai…
There is a wheel inside my head Of wantonness and wine, An old, cracked fiddle is begging… But the wind with scents of the se… And the sun seems glad to shine.
Come my cantilations, Let us dump our hatreds into one b… Hot sun, clear water, fresh wind, Let me be free of pavements, Let me be free of the printers.
You were praised, my books, because I had just come from the c… I was twenty years behind the time… so you found an audience ready. I do not disown you,
WIND Scarce and thin, scarce and thin The government’s excuse, Never at all will they do Aught of the slightest use.
O Fan of white silk, clear as frost on the grass—blade, You also are laid aside.
Chant for the Transmutation of Me… Sail of Claustra, Aelis, Azalais… As you move among the bright trees… As your voices, under the larches… Make a clear sound,
An image of Lethe, and the fields Full of faint light but golden, Gray cliffs,
Young men riding in the street In the bright new season Spur without reason Causing their steeds to leap. And at the pace they keep
These fought in any case, and some believing pro domo, in any case ..... Died some, pro patria, walked eye—deep in hell
This is another of our ancient lov… Pass and be silent, Rullus, for t… Hath lacked a something since this… Hath lacked a something. ’Twas bu…