#AmericanWriters #Modernism
By constantly tormenting them with reminders of the lice in their children’s hair, the School Physician first brought their hatred down on him.
I bought a dish mop— having no daughter— for they had twisted fine ribbons of shining copper about white twine
You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! —if we were rich
Old age is a flight of small cheeping birds skimming bare trees
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.
It was an icy day. We buried the cat, then took her box and set fire to it in the back yard.
The rose is obsolete but each petal ends in an edge, the double facet cementing the grooved columns of air ——The edge
A big young bareheaded woman in an apron Her hair slicked back standing on the street One stockinged foot toeing
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…
The over-all picture is winter icy mountains in the background the return from the hunt it is toward evening from the left
a trouble archaically fettered to produce E Pluribus Unum an island
First he said: It is the woman in us That makes us write– Let us acknowledge it– Men would be silent.
They tell me on the morrow I must… This winter eyrie for a southern f… And truth to tell I tremble with… At thought of such unheralded repr… E’er have I known December in a w…
My townspeople, beyond in the grea… are many with whom it were far mor… profitable for me to live than her… These whirr about me calling, call… and for my own part I answer them,…
