#AmericanWriters
You know there is not much that I desire, a few chrysanthemum… half lying on the grass, yellow and brown and white, the talk of a few people, the trees,
When trouble comes your soul to tr… You love the friend who just “stan… Perhaps there’s nothing he can do’ The thing is strictly up to you; For there are troubles all your ow…
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
From the Nativity which I have already celebrated the Babe in its Mother’s arms the Wise Men in their stolen splendor
You Communists and Republicans! all you Germans and Frenchmen! you corpses and quickeners! The stars are about to melt and fall on you in tears.
To make two bold statements: There’s nothing sentimental about a machine, and: A poem is a small (or large) machine made out of words. When I say there’s nothing sentimental about a poe...
A big young bareheaded woman in an apron Her hair slicked back standing on the street One stockinged foot toeing
Light hearted William twirled his November moustaches and, half dressed, looked from the bedroom window upon the spring weather.
Each time it rings I think it is for me but it is not for me nor for anyone it merely
Vast and grey, the sky is a simulacrum to all but him whose days are vast and grey and— In the tall, dried grasses
WHERE shall I find you— You, my grotesque fellows That I seek everywhere To make up my band? None, not one
This particular thing, whether it be four pinches of four divers white powders cleverly compounded to cure surely, safely, pleasantly a painful twitching of the eyelids or say a pe...
Why pretend to remember the weather two years back? Why not? Listen close then repeat after others what they have just said and win a reputation for vivacity. Oh feed upon petals o...
And yet one arrives somehow, finds himself loosening the hooks… her dress in a strange bedroom— feels the autumn
The pure products of America go crazy— mountain folk from Kentucky or the ribbed north end of Jersey