#Americans #Modernism
At ten AM the young housewife moves about in negligee behind the wooden walls of her husband’s… I pass solitary in my car. Then again she comes to the curb
The living quality of the man’s mind stands out and its covert assertions for art, art, art!
It is a willow when summer is over… a willow by the river from which no leaf has fallen nor bitten by the sun turned orange or crimson.
SORROW is my own yard where the new grass flames as it has flamed often before but not with the cold fire
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...
The little sparrows hop ingenuously about the pavement quarreling with sharp voices
Paterson lies in the valley under… its spent waters forming the outli… lies on his right side, head near… of the waters filling his dreams!… his dreams walk about the city whe…
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...
These are the desolate, dark weeks when nature in its barrenness equals the stupidity of man. The year plunges into night
munching a plum on the street a paper bag of them in her hand They taste good to her They taste good
Light hearted William twirled his November moustaches and, half dressed, looked from the bedroom window upon the spring weather.
I lie here thinking of you:—— the stain of love is upon the world! Yellow, yellow, yellow it eats into the leaves,
The May sun—whom all things imitate— that glues small leaves to the wooden trees shone from the sky
Warm sun, quiet air an old man sits in the doorway of a broken house— boards for windows
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
