#AmericanWriters
If a man can say of his life or any moment of his life, There is nothing more to be desired! his st… becomes like that told in the famo… double sonnet—but without the
Rather notice, mon cher, that the moon is titled above the point of the steeple than that its color
Beloved you are Caviar of Caviar Of all I love you best O my Japanese bird nest No herring from Norway
Each time it rings I think it is for me but it is not for me nor for anyone it merely
SOFT as the bed in the earth Where a stone has lain— So soft, so smooth and so cool, Spring closes me in With her arms and her hands.
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…
Here it is spring again and I still a young man! I am late at my singing. The sparrow with the black rain on… has been at his cadenzas for two w…
When trouble comes your soul to tr… You love the friend who just “stan… Perhaps there’s nothing he can do’ The thing is strictly up to you; For there are troubles all your ow…
The over-all picture is winter icy mountains in the background the return from the hunt it is toward evening from the left
You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! —if we were rich
contend in a sea which the land pa… shielding them from the too—heavy… of an ungoverned ocean which when… tortures the biggest hulls, the be… to pit against its beatings, and s…
I’ve fond anticipation of a day O’erfilled with pure diversion pre… For I must read a lady poesy The while we glide by many a leafy… Hid deep in rushes, where at rando…
Among the rain and lights I saw the figure 5 in gold on a red
The birches are mad with green poi… the wood’s edge is burning with th… burning, seething—No, no, no. The birches are opening their leav… by one. Their delicate leaves unfo…
a burst of iris so that come down for breakfast we searched through the rooms for