#Americans #Modernism
While she sits there with tears on her cheek her cheek on
Well, Lizzie Anderson! seventeen… the baby hard to find a father for… What will the good Father in Heav… to the local judge if he do not so… A little two-pointed smile and—pou…
SOFT as the bed in the earth Where a stone has lain— So soft, so smooth and so cool, Spring closes me in With her arms and her hands.
She sits with tears on her cheek her cheek on her hand
The sky has given over its bitterness. Out of the dark change all day long rain falls and falls
A power-house in the shape of a red brick chair 90 feet high on the seat of which
Oh strong—ridged and deeply hollow… nose of mine! what will you not be… What tactless asses we are, you an… always indiscriminate, always unas… and now it is the souring flowers…
Gagarin says, in ecstasy, he could have gone on forever he floated at and sang
O—EH—lee! La—la! Donna! Donna! Blue is the sky of Palermo; Blue is the little bay; And dost thou remember the orange…
The little sparrows hop ingenuously about the pavement quarreling with sharp voices
It is a willow when summer is over… a willow by the river from which no leaf has fallen nor bitten by the sun turned orange or crimson.
I have had my dream—like others— and it has come to nothing, so tha… I remain now carelessly with feet planted on the ground and look up at the sky—
unless there is a new mind there cannot be a new line
By constantly tormenting them with reminders of the lice in their children’s hair, the School Physician first brought their hatred down on him.
Each time it rings I think it is for me but it is not for me nor for anyone it merely
