#AmericanWriters
You do not seem to realize that be… rather than An asset—that in view of the fact… creates form—we are justified in s… That you must have brains. For yo…
Another armored animal—scale lapping scale with spruce—cone reg… form the uninterrupted central tail—row! This near artichoke with… gizzard,
of ice. Deceptively reserved and f… it lies “in grandeur and in mass” beneath a sea of shifting snow—dun… dots of cyclamen—red and maroon on… pseudo—podia
Although the aepyornis or roc that lived in Madagascar, a… the moa are extinct, the camel—sparrow, linked with them in size—the large sparro…
Openly, yes, With the naturalness Of the hippopotamus or the alligat… When it climbs out on the bank to… Sun, I do these
Beauty and Beauty’s son and rosem… Venus and Love, her son, to speak… born of the sea supposedly, at Christmas each, in company, braids a garland of festivity.
For authorities whose hopes are shaped by mercenaries? Writers entrapped by teatime fame and by commuters’ comforts? Not for thes…
My father used to say, “Superior people never make long v… have to be shown Longfellow’s grav… or the glass flowers at Harvard. Self-reliant like the cat—
Fragments of sin are a part of me. New brooms shall sweep clean the h… Shall they? Shall they? When this light life shall have pa… God shall redeem me, a castaway.
If external action is effete and rhyme is outmoded, I shall revert to you, Habakkuk, as when in a Bible clas… the teacher was speaking of unrhym…
Fanaticism? No. Writing is exci… and baseball is like writing. You can never tell with either how it will go or what you will do;
Those various sounds, consistently indis… struck from thin glasses successiv… the inflection disguised: your hai… fighting—cocks head to head in sto…
Man, looking into the sea— taking the view from those who hav… it is human nature to stand in the… but you cannot stand in the middle… the sea has nothing to give but a…
There is a great amount of poetry… fastidiousness. Certain Ming products, imperial floor coverings… wheel yellow, are well enough in t… that I like better—a
What is our innocence, what is our guilt? All are naked, none is safe. And whence is courage: the unanswered questio… the resolute doubt,—
