(1923)
#Americans #Modernism
You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! —if we were rich
In this world of as fine a pair of breasts as ever I saw the fountain in Madison Square
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
My shoes as I lean unlacing them stand out upon flat worsted flowers under my feet.
Vast and grey, the sky is a simulacrum to all but him whose days are vast and grey and— In the tall, dried grasses
I have had my dream—like others— and it has come to nothing, so tha… I remain now carelessly with feet planted on the ground and look up at the sky—
The rose is obsolete but each petal ends in an edge, the double facet cementing the grooved columns of air—The edge
When the snow falls the flakes spi… that concerns them most intimately two and two to make a dance the mind dances with itself, taking you by the hand,
Take it out in vile whisky, take i… in lifting your skirts to show you… crotches; it is this that is inten… You are it. Your pleas will alway… You too will always go up with the…
beauty is a shell from the sea where she rules triumphant till love has had its way with her scallops and
My wife’s new pink slippers have gay pompons. There is not a spot or a stain on their satin toes or their sides… All night they lie together
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
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…
There were some dirty plates and a glass of milk beside her on a small table near the rank, disheveled bed— Wrinkled and nearly blind
A power-house in the shape of a red brick chair 90 feet high on the seat of which
