#AmericanWriters
they have walked through the gatew… of my eyes they have climbed the mountains of my body they have marched across the deser…
My soul has suffered breaking on t… Flogging with lead, and felt the t… Of barbèd hooks and jagged points… Peine forte et dure, slow burning… Blinding and branding, stripping o…
Mad day flags crackling in the dawn the sharp intensity of drink dentelleries thrown over the mill fire sun and candlelight and at midnight I squeeze the juice of the silver fruit of th...
I have invited our little seamstress to take her thread and needle and sew our two mouths together. I have asked the village blacksmith to forge golden chains to tie our ankles together...
An Arab beats upon a kettle drum, And tuneless is the wailing of the… As on the sands a slavegirl execut… Her dance of wantonwild delirium; Her body swaying like a pendulum
Like mutilated skulls they roll Across the soul’s white sand And only she can make a wall And only she can understand Let my experience be a lamp displa…
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…
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
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)
Moon of leaves, Moon of the falling leaves, To you I bring the slippers of the sun. That you may dance upon the
What is your feeling about the rev… The revolutionary spirit of our… In Nine Decades a Mad Queen shall be born.
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
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…
The Sun! the Sun! a fish in the aquarium of sky or golden net to snare the butterf… of soul or else the hole
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...