#AmericanWriters
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
Warm sun, quiet air an old man sits in the doorway of a broken house— boards for windows
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…
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
You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! —if we were rich
A day on the boulevards chosen out… student poverty! One best day out… Berket in high spirits—"Ha, orang… And he made to snatch an orange fr… Now so clever was the deception, s…
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
munching a plum on the street a paper bag of them in her hand They taste good to her They taste good
A rumpled sheet Of brown paper About the length And apparent bulk Of a man was
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;
If you had come away with me into another state we had been quiet together. But there the sun coming up out of the nothing beyond the lake…
WHERE shall I find you— You, my grotesque fellows That I seek everywhere To make up my band? None, not one
The pure products of America go crazy— mountain folk from Kentucky or the ribbed north end of Jersey
so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain