#Americans #Modernism
Summer! the painting is organized about a young reaper enjoying his noonday rest
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…
First he said: It is the woman in us That makes us write– Let us acknowledge it– Men would be silent.
From the Nativity which I have already celebrated the Babe in its Mother’s arms the Wise Men in their stolen splendor
The green-blue ground is ruled with silver lines to say the sun is shining And on this moral sea of grass or dreams lie flowers
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
You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! —if we were rich
so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain
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;
I will teach you my towns… how to perform a funeral… for you have it over a tr… of artists— unless one should scour t…
Vast and grey, the sky is a simulacrum to all but him whose days are vast and grey and— In the tall, dried grasses
Oh, black Persian cat! Was not your life already cursed with offspring? We took you for rest to that old Yankee farm, —so lonely
It is a satisfaction a joy to have one of those in the house. when she takes a bath
This particular thing, whether it be four pinches of four divers white powders cleverly compounded to cure surely, safely, pleasantly a painful twitching of the eyelids or say a pe...
The crowd at the ball game is moved uniformly by a spirit of uselessness which delights them— all the exciting detail
