#Americans #Modernism
The little sparrows hop ingenuously about the pavement quarreling with sharp voices
All the complicated details of the attiring and the disattiring are completed! A liquid moon moves gently among
a burst of iris so that come down for breakfast we searched through the rooms for
the back wings of the hospital where nothing will grow lie
Not because of his eyes, the eyes of a bird, but because he is beaked, birdlike, to do an injury, has the turtle attracted you.
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 crowd at the ball game is moved uniformly by a spirit of uselessness which delights them— all the exciting detail
SOFT as the bed in the earth Where a stone has lain— So soft, so smooth and so cool, Spring closes me in With her arms and her hands.
It’s all in the sound. A song. Seldom a song. It should be a song—made of particulars, wasps,
The sky has given over its bitterness. Out of the dark change all day long rain falls and falls
It is cold. The white moon is up among her scattered stars— like the bare thighs of the Police Sergeant’s wife—among her five children . . .
They tell me on the morrow I must… This winter eyrie for a southern f… And truth to tell I tremble with… At thought of such unheralded repr… E’er have I known December in a w…
so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain
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
This is a schoolyard crowded with children of all ages near a village on a small stream
