#Americans #Women
What is our innocence, what is our guilt? All are naked, none is safe. And whence is courage: the unanswered questio… the resolute doubt,—
Not a mere blowing flame— A clinking ash, I feel—with shame… At malendeavor in your service. But as Jehoshaphat said on that o… Old Testament history,
The pin-swin or spine-swine (the edgehog miscalled hedgehog) w… echidna and echinoderm in distress… pin-cushion thorn-fur coats, the s… the rhino with horned snout–
not of silver nor of coral, but of weatherbeaten laurel. Here, he introduced a sea uniform like tapestry; here, a fig-tree; there, a face;
This institution, perhaps one should say enterprise out of respect for which one says one need not change one’s… about a thing one has believed in,
or what is closer to the truth, when I look at that of which I ma… I fix upon what would give me plea… the satire upon curiousity in whic… than the intensity of the mood;
wade through black jade. Of the crow-blue mussel-shells, on… adjusting the ash-heaps; opening and shutting itself like
“No water so still as the dead fountains of Versailles.” No… with swart blind look askance and gondoliering legs, so fine as the chinz china one with fawn—
Dürer would have seen a reason for… in a town like this, with eight st… to look at; with the sweet sea air… on a fine day, from water etched with waves as formal as the scales
You make me think of many men Once met, to be forgot again; Or merely resurrected In a parenthesis of wit, That found them hastening through…
If external action is effete and rhyme is outmoded, I shall revert to you, Habakkuk, as when in a Bible clas… the teacher was speaking of unrhym…
Those various sounds, consistently indis… struck from thin glasses successiv… the inflection disguised: your hai… fighting—cocks head to head in sto…
Strong and slippery, built for the midnight grass-party confronted by four cats, he sleeps… the detached first claw on the for… to the thumb, retracted to its tip…
For authorities whose hopes are shaped by mercenaries? Writers entrapped by teatime fame and by commuters’ comforts? Not for thes…
Fanaticism? No. Writing is exci… and baseball is like writing. You can never tell with either how it will go or what you will do;