#Americans #Modernism
This horrible but superb painting the parable of the blind without a red in the composition shows a group of beggars leading
Ecstatic bird songs pound the hollow vastness of the sky with metallic clinkings— beating color up into it at a far edge,—beating it, beating…
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.
In this world of as fine a pair of breasts as ever I saw the fountain in Madison Square
She sits with tears on her cheek her cheek on her hand
so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain
Let the snake wait under his weed and the writing be of words, slow and quick, sharp to strike, quiet to wait,
As the cat climbed over the top of the jamcloset first the right
The murderer’s little daughter who is barely ten years old jerks her shoulders right and left so as to catch a glimpse of me
And yet one arrives somehow, finds himself loosening the hooks… her dress in a strange bedroom— feels the autumn
Light hearted William twirled his November moustaches and, half dressed, looked from the bedroom window upon the spring weather.
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
I’ve fond anticipation of a day O’erfilled with pure diversion pre… For I must read a lady poesy The while we glide by many a leafy… Hid deep in rushes, where at rando…
Summer! the painting is organized about a young reaper enjoying his noonday rest
Winter is long in this climate and spring—a matter of a few days only,—a flower or two picked from mud or from among wet leaves or at best against treacherous
