#Americans #Modernism
These are the desolate, dark weeks when nature in its barrenness equals the stupidity of man. The year plunges into night
Trundled from the strangeness of the sea —— a kind of heaven —— Ladies and Gentlemen!
Little round moon up there—wait awhile—do not walk so quickly. I could sing you a song—: Wine clear the sky is and the stars no bigger than sparks! Wait for me and next winter we’ll bui...
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…
If when my wife is sleeping and the baby and Kathleen are sleeping and the sun is a flame-white disc in silken mists
Pour the wine bridegroom where before you the bride is enthroned her hair loose at her temples a head of ripe wheat is on
According to Brueghel when Icarus fell it was spring a farmer was ploughing his field
The coroner’s merry little childre… Have such twinkling brown eyes. Their father is not of gay men And their mother jocular in no wis… Yet the coroner’s merry little chi…
You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! —if we were rich
The murderer’s little daughter who is barely ten years old jerks her shoulders right and left so as to catch a glimpse of me
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…
It is cold. The white moon is up among her scattered stars— like the bare thighs of the Police Sergeant’s wife—among her five children . . .
My shoes as I lean unlacing them stand out upon flat worsted flowers under my feet.
ALL those treasures that lie in t… Mightier than the room of the star… All those treasures—I hold them i… Against the sides and the lid and… Crying that there is no sun come a…
Gagarin says, in ecstasy, he could have gone on forever he floated at and sang