#AmericanWriters
This plot of ground facing the waters of this inlet is dedicated to the living presenc… Emily Dickinson Wellcome who was born in England; married;
"Sweet land" at last! out of sea— the Venusremembering wavelets rippling with laughter—
Not because of his eyes, the eyes of a bird, but because he is beaked, birdlike, to do an injury, has the turtle attracted you.
The May sun—whom all things imitate— that glues small leaves to the wooden trees shone from the sky
First he said: It is the woman in us That makes us write– Let us acknowledge it– Men would be silent.
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...
Beloved you are Caviar of Caviar Of all I love you best O my Japanese bird nest No herring from Norway
Tracks of rain and light linger in the spongy greens of a nature whos… flickering mountain—bulging nearer… ebbing back into the sun hollowing itself away to hold a la…
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…
School is over. It is too hot to walk at ease. At ease in light frocks they walk the stre… to while the time away. They have grown tall. They hold
What have I to say to you When we shall meet? Yet— I lie here thinking of you. The stain of love
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...
These are the desolate, dark weeks when nature in its barrenness equals the stupidity of man. The year plunges into night
The crowd at the ball game is moved uniformly by a spirit of uselessness which delights them— all the exciting detail
Let the snake wait under his weed and the writing be of words, slow and quick, sharp to strike, quiet to wait,