#AmericanWriters
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—
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…
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…
Another armored animal—scale lapping scale with spruce—cone reg… form the uninterrupted central tail—row! This near artichoke with… gizzard,
not of silver nor of coral, but of weatherbeaten laurel. Here, he introduced a sea uniform like tapestry; here, a fig-tree; there, a face;
“No water so still as the dead fountains of Versailles.” No… with swart blind look askance and gondoliering legs, so fine as the chinz china one with fawn—
You make me think of many men Once met, to be forgot again; Or merely resurrected In a parenthesis of wit, That found them hastening through…
Openly, yes, With the naturalness Of the hippopotamus or the alligat… When it climbs out on the bank to… Sun, I do these
What is our innocence, what is our guilt? All are naked, none is safe. And whence is courage: the unanswered questio… the resolute doubt,—
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
Lest by diminished vitality and ab… vigilance, I become food for croco… of gluttony which is legion. It is… on either side of me. You remember the Israelite…
has not altered;— a place as kind as it is green, the greenest place I’ve never seen… Every name is a tune. Denunciations do not affect
you’ve seen a strawberry that’s had a struggle; yet was, where the fragments met, a hedgehog or a star— fish for the multitude
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.
or what is closer to the truth, when I look at that of which I ma… I fix upon what would give me plea… the satire upon curiousity in whic… than the intensity of the mood;