#Americans #Modernism
Gagarin says, in ecstasy, he could have gone on forever he floated at and sang
Oh, black Persian cat! Was not your life already cursed with offspring? We took you for rest to that old Yankee farm, —so lonely
Yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow! It is not a color. It is summer! It is the wind on a willow, the lap of waves, the shadow
The coroner’s merry little childre… Have such twinkling brown eyes. Their father is not of gay men And their mother jocular in no wis… Yet the coroner’s merry little chi…
The grass is very green, my friend… and tousled, like the head of —— your grandson, yes? And the mounta… the mountain we climbed twenty years since for the last
Go to sleep—though of course you w… to tideless waves thundering slant… strong embankments, rattle and swi… dashed thirty feet high, caught by… scattered and strewn broadcast in…
The pure products of America go crazy— mountain folk from Kentucky or the ribbed north end of Jersey
They tell me on the morrow I must… This winter eyrie for a southern f… And truth to tell I tremble with… At thought of such unheralded repr… E’er have I known December in a w…
It is a small plant delicately branched and tapering conically to a point, each branch and the peak a wire for
Let the snake wait under his weed and the writing be of words, slow and quick, sharp to strike, quiet to wait,
The half-stripped trees struck by a wind together, bending all, the leaves flutter drily and refuse to let go
The living quality of the man’s mind stands out and its covert assertions for art, art, art!
Summer! the painting is organized about a young reaper enjoying his noonday rest
Beloved you are Caviar of Caviar Of all I love you best O my Japanese bird nest No herring from Norway
You know there is not much that I desire, a few chrysanthemum… half lying on the grass, yellow and brown and white, the talk of a few people, the trees,
