#AmericanWriters
While she sits there with tears on her cheek her cheek on
When over the flowery, sharp pastu… edge, unseen, the salt ocean lifts its form—chicory and daisies tied, released, seem hardly flower… but color and the movement—or the…
The green-blue ground is ruled with silver lines to say the sun is shining And on this moral sea of grass or dreams lie flowers
If when my wife is sleeping and the baby and Kathleen are sleeping and the sun is a flame-white disc in silken mists
the back wings of the hospital where nothing will grow lie
Old age is a flight of small cheeping birds skimming bare trees
This quiet morning light reflected, how many times from grass and tress and clouds enters my north room touching the walls with
WHERE shall I find you— You, my grotesque fellows That I seek everywhere To make up my band? None, not one
The living quality of the man’s mind stands out and its covert assertions for art, art, art!
Take it out in vile whisky, take i… in lifting your skirts to show you… crotches; it is this that is inten… You are it. Your pleas will alway… You too will always go up with the…
From the Nativity which I have already celebrated the Babe in its Mother’s arms the Wise Men in their stolen splendor
It is still warm enough to slip from the weeds into the lake’s edge, your clothes blushing in the grass and three small boys grinning behind the derelict hearth’s side. But summer...
Even in the time when as yet I had no certain knowledge of her She sprang from the nest, a young… Whose first flight circled the for… I know now how then she showed me
The sky has given over its bitterness. Out of the dark change all day long rain falls and falls
Flowers through the window lavender and yellow changed by white curtains— Smell of cleanliness— Sunshine of late afternoon—
