(1916)
#AmericanWriters #Modernism
Not because of his eyes, the eyes of a bird, but because he is beaked, birdlike, to do an injury, has the turtle attracted you.
I have had my dream—like others— and it has come to nothing, so tha… I remain now carelessly with feet planted on the ground and look up at the sky—
I will teach you my towns… how to perform a funeral… for you have it over a tr… of artists— unless one should scour t…
Of asphodel, that greeny flower, like a buttercup upon its branching stem– save that it’s green and wooden– I come, my sweet,
If you had come away with me into another state we had been quiet together. But there the sun coming up out of the nothing beyond the lake…
This horrible but superb painting the parable of the blind without a red in the composition shows a group of beggars leading
Little round moon up there—wait awhile—do not walk so quickly. I could sing you a song—: Wine clear the sky is and the stars no bigger than sparks! Wait for me and next winter we’ll bui...
Summer! the painting is organized about a young reaper enjoying his noonday rest
Fools have big wombs. For the rest?—here is pennyroyal if one knows to use it. But time is only another liar, so go along the wall a little further: if blackberries prove bitter there’l...
From the Nativity which I have already celebrated the Babe in its Mother’s arms the Wise Men in their stolen splendor
Warm sun, quiet air an old man sits in the doorway of a broken house— boards for windows
Oh, black Persian cat! Was not your life already cursed with offspring? We took you for rest to that old Yankee farm, —so lonely
The grass is very green, my friend… and tousled, like the head of —— your grandson, yes? And the mounta… the mountain we climbed twenty years since for the last
The living quality of the man’s mind stands out and its covert assertions for art, art, art!
The green-blue ground is ruled with silver lines to say the sun is shining And on this moral sea of grass or dreams lie flowers
