#Americans Modern
The poem of the mind in the act of… What will suffice. It has not alw… To find: the scene was set; it rep… Was in the script. Then the theatre was changed
Barque of phosphor On the palmy beach, Move outward into heaven, Into the alabasters And night blues.
The old brown hen and the old blue… Between the two we live and die— The broken cartwheel on the hill. As if, in the presence of the sea, We dried our nets and mended sail
There are great things doing In the world, Little rabbit. There is a damsel, Sweeter than the sound of the will…
One chemical afternoon in mid-autu… When the grand mechanics of earth… Even the leaves of the locust were… He walked with his year-old boy on… The sun shone and the dog barked a…
The cock crows But no queen rises. The hair of my blonde Is dazzling, As the spittle of cows
The houses are haunted By white night-gowns. None are green, Or purple with green rings, Or green with yellow rings,
In my room, the world is beyond my… But when I walk I see that it con… hills and a cloud. From my balcony, I survey the yel… Reading where I have written,
My candle burned alone in an immen… Beams of the huge night converged… Until the wind blew. The beams of the huge night Converged upon its image,
As the immense dew of Florida Brings forth The big-finned palm And green vine angering for life, As the immense dew of Florida
It is grass. It is monotonous. The monotony Is like your port which conceals All your characters
On the threshold of heaven, the fi… Become the figures of heaven, the… Of men growing small in the distan… Singing, with smaller and still sm… Unintelligible absolution and an e…
Go on, high ship, since now, upon… The snake has left its skin upon t… Key West sank downward under mass… And silvers and greens spread over… Is at the mast-head and the past i…
Although you sit in a room that is… Except for the silver Of the straw-paper, And pick At your pale white gown;
What syllable are you seeking, Vocalissimus, In the distances of sleep? Speak it.