#Americans #Modernism
And yet one arrives somehow, finds himself loosening the hooks… her dress in a strange bedroom— feels the autumn
Mr T. bareheaded in a soiled undershirt his hair standing out on all sides
Beloved you are Caviar of Caviar Of all I love you best O my Japanese bird nest No herring from Norway
You say love is this, love is that… Poplar tassels, willow tendrils the wind and the rain comb, tinkle and drip, tinkle and drip— branches drifting apart. Hagh!
It’s a strange courage you give me ancient star: Shine alone in the sunrise toward which you lend no part!
A power-house in the shape of a red brick chair 90 feet high on the seat of which
In Brueghel’s great picture, The… the dancers go round, they go roun… around, the squeal and the blare a… tweedle of bagpipes, a bugle and f… tipping their bellies (round as th…
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…
munching a plum on the street a paper bag of them in her hand They taste good to her They taste good
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
Each time it rings I think it is for me but it is not for me nor for anyone it merely
I have discovered that most of the beauties of travel are due to the strange hours we keep to see t… the domes of the Church of the Paulist Fathers in Weehawken
Tho’ I’m no Catholic I listen hard when the bells in the yellow—brick tower of their new church ring down the leaves
This is a schoolyard crowded with children of all ages near a village on a small stream
As the cat climbed over the top of the jamcloset first the right