#Americans #Women
The day was hotter than words can… So hot the jelly-fish wouldn’t jel… The halibut went all to butter, And the catfish had only force to… A faint sea-mew - aye, though some…
SUMMER fervors slacken; Sumac torches dim; There’s bronze upon the bracken; September has a whim For carmine, pearl and amber
SHAKERAGS, cripples, gaunt and… Prison-broken hosts on hosts, Torture-scarred and dungeon-crazed… Down the convict road they pour, More and more and myriads more,
THE sunset, woven of soft lights And tender colors, lingers late, As looking back on all day’s drear… Compassionate; —The foolish day of hopes so high,
THESE August nights, hushed but… Of fledglings, tremble with a stra… A sound too far for hearing, sulle… Shaking the earth. Even within the swaying veils of s…
Bodies glad, erect, Beautiful with youth, Life’s elect, Nature’s truth, Marching host on host,
Carnage! Humanity disgraced! Time’s dearest toil effaced! Poison gases and flame Putting Nero to shame!
BESIDE the country road with tr… Wild carrot lifts its circles of w… From vines whose interwoven branch… The old stone walls, come pungent… The sumach torches burn; the hardh…
WE bore them their own wild heath… And ash-boughs jeweled red, There where they sleep together, Greatest of Norway’s dead. More than the hush of churches
‘The submarine was quite within it… No matter; we are only mules And slow to understand We drown according to the rules Of war, we contraband
COLOSSAL orb of space, Sparkling with diamond Of countless star on star, All whirling with wild grace In their enwoven dance
Across New England snows Flash visions from afar, Lithe gipsies on their toes Dancing to gay guitar; With gesture fierce, bizarre,
ON the mountain side they fashion… Those rifting shreds of storm, A figure of strange passion, A winged and sworded form. Majestic, wild, colossal,
AT last, at last the Crescent Falls back before the Cross. Great spirits, incandescent With longing and with loss, Gleam from the clouds, crusaders
Must I, who walk alone, Come on it still, This Puck of plants The wise would do away with, The sunshine slants