#Americans #Modernism
Among the rain and lights I saw the figure 5 in gold on a red
She sits with tears on her cheek her cheek on her hand
From the Nativity which I have already celebrated the Babe in its Mother’s arms the Wise Men in their stolen splendor
Again I reply to the triple winds running chromatic fifths of derisi… outside my window: Play louder. You will not succeed. I am
The over-all picture is winter icy mountains in the background the return from the hunt it is toward evening from the left
When trouble comes your soul to tr… You love the friend who just “stan… Perhaps there’s nothing he can do’ The thing is strictly up to you; For there are troubles all your ow…
SORROW is my own yard where the new grass flames as it has flamed often before but not with the cold fire
Why do I write today? The beauty of the terrible faces of our nonentites stirs me to it:
I stopped the car to let the children down where the streets end in the sun at the marsh edge
These are the desolate, dark weeks when nature in its barrenness equals the stupidity of man. The year plunges into night
Trundled from the strangeness of the sea —— a kind of heaven —— Ladies and Gentlemen!
I gotta buy me a new girdle. (I’ll buy you one) O.K.
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
By constantly tormenting them with reminders of the lice in their children’s hair, the School Physician first brought their hatred down on him.
I feel the caress of my own finger… on my own neck as I place my colla… and think pityingly of the kind women I have known.