#AmericanWriters
Upon the table in their bowl in violent disarray of yellow sprays, green spikes of leaves, red pointed petals and curled heads of blue
Sooner or later we must come to the end of striving to re-establish the image the image of
It was an icy day. We buried the cat, then took her box and set fire to it in the back yard.
Snow falls: years of anger following hours that float idly down — the blizzard drifts its weight
Old age is a flight of small cheeping birds skimming bare trees
a trouble archaically fettered to produce E Pluribus Unum an island
Flowers through the window lavender and yellow changed by white curtains— Smell of cleanliness— Sunshine of late afternoon—
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…
unless there is a new mind there cannot be a new line
Among the rain and lights I saw the figure 5 in gold on a red
Her body is not so white as anemone petals nor so smooth ——nor so remote a thing. It is a field of the wild carrot taking the field by force; the grass
From the Nativity which I have already celebrated the Babe in its Mother’s arms the Wise Men in their stolen splendor
I will teach you my towns… how to perform a funeral… for you have it over a tr… of artists— unless one should scour t…
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...
Of asphodel, that greeny flower, like a buttercup upon its branching stem— save that it’s green and wooden— I come, my sweet,
