#AmericanWriters
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…
a burst of iris so that come down for breakfast we searched through the rooms for
Here it is spring again and I still a young man! I am late at my singing. The sparrow with the black rain on… has been at his cadenzas for two w…
Subtle, clever brain, wiser than… by what devious means do you contr… to remain idle? Teach me, O maste…
Why go further? One might conceivably rectify the rhythm, study all out and arrive at the perfection of a tiger lily or a china doorknob. One might lift all out of the ruck, be a worthy...
The crowd at the ball game is moved uniformly by a spirit of uselessness which delights them— all the exciting detail
Vast and grey, the sky is a simulacrum to all but him whose days are vast and grey and— In the tall, dried grasses
If when my wife is sleeping and the baby and Kathleen are sleeping and the sun is a flame-white disc in silken mists
It’s a strange courage you give me ancient star: Shine alone in the sunrise toward which you lend no part!
This plot of ground facing the waters of this inlet is dedicated to the living presenc… Emily Dickinson Wellcome who was born in England; married;
I gotta buy me a new girdle. (I’ll buy you one) O.K.
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
SORROW is my own yard where the new grass flames as it has flamed often before but not with the cold fire
A three-day-long rain from the eas… an terminable talking, talking of no consequence—patter, patter,… Hand in hand little winds blow the thin streams aslant.
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.