#AmericanWriters
The over-all picture is winter icy mountains in the background the return from the hunt it is toward evening from the left
This is a schoolyard crowded with children of all ages near a village on a small stream
The half-stripped trees struck by a wind together, bending all, the leaves flutter drily and refuse to let go
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…
A rumpled sheet Of brown paper About the length And apparent bulk Of a man was
I gotta buy me a new girdle. (I’ll buy you one) O.K.
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
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...
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…
I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which
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...
This horrible but superb painting the parable of the blind without a red in the composition shows a group of beggars leading
The green-blue ground is ruled with silver lines to say the sun is shining And on this moral sea of grass or dreams lie flowers
It is still warm enough to slip from the weeds into the lake’s edge, your clothes blushing in the grass and three small boys grinning behind the derelict hearth’s side. But summer...
You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! —if we were rich