#AmericanWriters
Among the rain and lights I saw the figure 5 in gold on a red
"Sweet land" at last! out of sea— the Venusremembering wavelets rippling with laughter—
Of asphodel, that greeny flower, like a buttercup upon its branching stem– save that it’s green and wooden– I come, my sweet,
the back wings of the hospital where nothing will grow lie
a trouble archaically fettered to produce E Pluribus Unum an island
beauty is a shell from the sea where she rules triumphant till love has had its way with her scallops and
THERE is a bird in the poplars— It is the sun! The leaves are little yellow fish Swimming in the river; The bird skims above them—
This quiet morning light reflected, how many times from grass and tress and clouds enters my north room touching the walls with
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…
When over the flowery, sharp pastu… edge, unseen, the salt ocean lifts its form—chicory and daisies tied, released, seem hardly flower… but color and the movement—or the…
Of asphodel, that greeny flower, like a buttercup upon its branching stem— save that it’s green and wooden— I come, my sweet,
She sits with tears on her cheek her cheek on her hand
The over-all picture is winter icy mountains in the background the return from the hunt it is toward evening from the left
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
First he said: It is the woman in us That makes us write– Let us acknowledge it– Men would be silent.