#AmericanWriters
You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! —if we were rich
The crowd at the ball game is moved uniformly by a spirit of uselessness which delights them— all the exciting detail
Subtle, clever brain, wiser than… by what devious means do you contr… to remain idle? Teach me, O maste…
It is a satisfaction a joy to have one of those in the house. when she takes a bath
This quiet morning light reflected, how many times from grass and tress and clouds enters my north room touching the walls with
Why go further? One might conceivably rectify the rhythm, study all out and arrive at the perfection of a tiger lily or a china doorknob. One might lift all out of the ruck, be a worthy...
Pour the wine bridegroom where before you the bride is enthroned her hair loose at her temples a head of ripe wheat is on
She sits with tears on her cheek her cheek on her hand
Vast and grey, the sky is a simulacrum to all but him whose days are vast and grey and— In the tall, dried grasses
O—EH—lee! La—la! Donna! Donna! Blue is the sky of Palermo; Blue is the little bay; And dost thou remember the orange…
Mr T. bareheaded in a soiled undershirt his hair standing out on all sides
Men with picked voices chant the n… of cities in a huge gallery: promi… that pull through descending stair… to a deep rumbling. The rubbing feet
The half-stripped trees struck by a wind together, bending all, the leaves flutter drily and refuse to let go
Even in the time when as yet I had no certain knowledge of her She sprang from the nest, a young… Whose first flight circled the for… I know now how then she showed me