#AmericanWriters #Modernism
Each time it rings I think it is for me but it is not for me nor for anyone it merely
Constantly near you, I never in m… sixty-four years knew you so well… or half so well. We talked. you we… so lucid, so disengaged from all e… of place and time. We talked of ou…
Paterson lies in the valley under… its spent waters forming the outli… lies on his right side, head near… of the waters filling his dreams!… his dreams walk about the city whe…
All the complicated details of the attiring and the disattiring are completed! A liquid moon moves gently among
Flowers through the window lavender and yellow changed by white curtains— Smell of cleanliness— Sunshine of late afternoon—
The pure products of America go crazy— mountain folk from Kentucky or the ribbed north end of Jersey
Take it out in vile whisky, take i… in lifting your skirts to show you… crotches; it is this that is inten… You are it. Your pleas will alway… You too will always go up with the…
The sky has given over its bitterness. Out of the dark change all day long rain falls and falls
It’s a strange courage you give me ancient star: Shine alone in the sunrise toward which you lend no part!
According to Brueghel when Icarus fell it was spring a farmer was ploughing his field
It is a small plant delicately branched and tapering conically to a point, each branch and the peak a wire for
A day on the boulevards chosen out… student poverty! One best day out… Berket in high spirits—"Ha, orang… And he made to snatch an orange fr… Now so clever was the deception, s…
Gagarin says, in ecstasy, he could have gone on forever he floated at and sang
I lie here thinking of you:—— the stain of love is upon the world! Yellow, yellow, yellow it eats into the leaves,
By the road to the contagious hosp… under the surge of the blue mottled clouds driven from the northeast—a cold wind. Beyond, the waste of broad, muddy fields