(1923)
#AmericanWriters #Modernism
Rather notice, mon cher, that the moon is titled above the point of the steeple than that its color
From the Nativity which I have already celebrated the Babe in its Mother’s arms the Wise Men in their stolen splendor
The brutal Lord of All will rip us from each other—leave the one to suffer here alone. No need belief in god or hell to postulate that much. The dance: hands touching, leaves touch...
According to Brueghel when Icarus fell it was spring a farmer was ploughing his field
You know there is not much that I desire, a few chrysanthemum… half lying on the grass, yellow and brown and white, the talk of a few people, the trees,
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…
You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! —if we were rich
It was an icy day. We buried the cat, then took her box and set fire to it in the back yard.
I feel the caress of my own finger… on my own neck as I place my colla… and think pityingly of the kind women I have known.
A three-day-long rain from the eas… an terminable talking, talking of no consequence—patter, patter,… Hand in hand little winds blow the thin streams aslant.
Summer! the painting is organized about a young reaper enjoying his noonday rest
Winter is long in this climate and spring—a matter of a few days only,—a flower or two picked from mud or from among wet leaves or at best against treacherous
In Brueghel’s great picture, The… the dancers go round, they go roun… around, the squeal and the blare a… tweedle of bagpipes, a bugle and f… tipping their bellies (round as th…
The half-stripped trees struck by a wind together, bending all, the leaves flutter drily and refuse to let go
It is a satisfaction a joy to have one of those in the house. when she takes a bath
