#Americans #Modernism
Beloved you are Caviar of Caviar Of all I love you best O my Japanese bird nest No herring from Norway
An old willow with hollow branches slowly swayed his few high gright… and sang: Love is a young green willow shimmering at the bare wood’s edge…
They call me and I go. It is a frozen road past midnight, a dust of snow caught in the rigid wheeltracks.
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…
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…
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
SORROW is my own yard where the new grass flames as it has flamed often before but not with the cold fire
I have discovered that most of the beauties of travel are due to the strange hours we keep to see t… the domes of the Church of the Paulist Fathers in Weehawken
I must tell you this young tree whose round and firm trunk between the wet pavement and the gutter
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,…
It is a satisfaction a joy to have one of those in the house. when she takes a bath
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…
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...
Gagarin says, in ecstasy, he could have gone on forever he floated ate and sang
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…