#AmericanWriters
And yet one arrives somehow, finds himself loosening the hooks… her dress in a strange bedroom— feels the autumn
contend in a sea which the land pa… shielding them from the too—heavy… of an ungoverned ocean which when… tortures the biggest hulls, the be… to pit against its beatings, and s…
Why do I write today? The beauty of the terrible faces of our nonentites stirs me to it:
a burst of iris so that come down for breakfast we searched through the rooms for
By constantly tormenting them with reminders of the lice in their children’s hair, the School Physician first brought their hatred down on him.
It’s a strange courage you give me ancient star: Shine alone in the sunrise toward which you lend no part!
unless there is a new mind there cannot be a new line
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…
Trundled from the strangeness of the sea —— a kind of heaven —— Ladies and Gentlemen!
NOW that I have cooled to you Let there be gold of tarnished mas… Temples soothed by the sun to ruin That sleep utterly. Give me hand for the dances,
You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! —if we were rich
Summer! the painting is organized about a young reaper enjoying his noonday rest
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 brutal Lord of All will rip us from each other—leave the one to suffer here alone. No need belief in god or hell to postulate that much. The dance: hands touching, leaves touch...
My townspeople, beyond in the grea… are many with whom it were far mor… profitable for me to live than her… These whirr about me calling, call… and for my own part I answer them,…
