#Americans #Modernism #XXCentury #Ekphrasis
unless there is a new mind there cannot be a new line
An old willow with hollow branches slowly swayed his few high gright… and sang: Love is a young green willow shimmering at the bare wood’s edge…
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…
My shoes as I lean unlacing them stand out upon flat worsted flowers under my feet.
The May sun—whom all things imitate— that glues small leaves to the wooden trees shone from the sky
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…
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…
THE ARCHER is wake! The Swan is flying! Gold against blue An Arrow is lying. There is hunting in heaven—
I lie here thinking of you:—— the stain of love is upon the world! Yellow, yellow, yellow it eats into the leaves,
Men with picked voices chant the n… of cities in a huge gallery: promi… that pull through descending stair… to a deep rumbling. The rubbing feet
My wife’s new pink slippers have gay pompons. There is not a spot or a stain on their satin toes or their sides… All night they lie together
I bought a dish mop— having no daughter— for they had twisted fine ribbons of shining copper about white twine
The world begins again! Not wholly insufflated the blackbirds in the rain upon the dead topbranches of the living tree,
From the Nativity which I have already celebrated the Babe in its Mother’s arms the Wise Men in their stolen splendor
WHERE shall I find you— You, my grotesque fellows That I seek everywhere To make up my band? None, not one