#AmericanWriters
Moon of leaves, Moon of the falling leaves, To you I bring the slippers of the sun. That you may dance upon the
Why should I be subsevient to fat… Si peu de chose before a giant wor… Poor little ship with little sail… To catch the sun-breze at the harb… Why should I be a coal within the…
What is your feeling about the rev… The revolutionary spirit of our… In Nine Decades a Mad Queen shall be born.
(Self-Portrait) Omens and Astrology. A desert flat and undisturbed, stupid and forlorn. Sunless. a caravan of failures. Pons Asinorum and the Feast of the Ass and revolt against standar...
A sunfort flourished in my sunless… Beyond the Sun. Here in a tower a… The sunbirds of my lady’s eyes wer… Alas, poor targets for the sun-god… The Sun at Chartres seen through…
What chance have snakes upon an as… When giant limousines go gliding b… Of courtesans resolved to gratify The lust of lovers seeking new abo… I do not envy the unfriended toad
I am the criminal whose chest is t… I am the soldier with a red mark o… I am the prophet from the land of…
Venus is sleeping with Fire Because it is winter and cold With Echo (The sound of strange footsteps go… As they pass through the door)
the colors have begun to form silvergray with cramoisy and gold into an arrow carved by storm beyond the fear of new and old and where the arrow fits the bow
Raymonde If it were not for you I would not be glad today And I would continue to dream Of lovely ladies in lands long ago
In scarlet tunic rare a concubine With subtle limbs, and breasts lai… For me to kiss. Soft eyes that sa… A nubile maiden slave, intensely f… Strange frightened rose. A pagan…
they have walked through the gatew… of my eyes they have climbed the mountains of my body they have marched across the deser…
X., peasant, aged thirty-four and a half; Sun-Worshipper. Father and Mother were hard drinkers. Since his fifth year patient has had epileptic convulsions-i.e. he falls down unconscious...
I never go to church to pray Among the crowded pews Nor kneel before a crucifix To hail the king of Jews I never say a prayer
Proud panoply of fans and frankinc… Gold blare of trumpets, flowered r… Unnumbered symbols of magnificence… To lead Salome through the palace… Where loud the prophet of the Lor…