#AmericanWriters
According to Brueghel when Icarus fell it was spring a farmer was ploughing his field
The little sparrows hop ingenuously about the pavement quarreling with sharp voices
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…
The half-stripped trees struck by a wind together, bending all, the leaves flutter drily and refuse to let go
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…
Lady of dusk-wood fastnesses, Thou art my Lady. I have known the crisp, splinterin… White, slender through green sapli… I have lain by thee on the brown f…
Let the snake wait under his weed and the writing be of words, slow and quick, sharp to strike, quiet to wait,
Why pretend to remember the weather two years back? Why not? Listen close then repeat after others what they have just said and win a reputation for vivacity. Oh feed upon petals o...
One leaves his leaves at home beomg a mullen and sends up a ligh… to peer from: I will have my way, yellow—A mast with a lantern, ten fifty, a hundred, smaller and smal…
The pure products of America go crazy— mountain folk from Kentucky or the ribbed north end of Jersey
Men with picked voices chant the n… of cities in a huge gallery: promi… that pull through descending stair… to a deep rumbling. The rubbing feet
munching a plum on the street a paper bag of them in her hand They taste good to her They taste good
An old willow with hollow branches slowly swayed his few high gright… and sang: Love is a young green willow shimmering at the bare wood’s edge…
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…
This horrible but superb painting the parable of the blind without a red in the composition shows a group of beggars leading
