#Americans #Modernism
A three-day-long rain from the eas… an terminable talking, talking of no consequence—patter, patter,… Hand in hand little winds blow the thin streams aslant.
If when my wife is sleeping and the baby and Kathleen are sleeping and the sun is a flame-white disc in silken mists
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!
If a man can say of his life or any moment of his life, There is nothing more to be desired! his st… becomes like that told in the famo… double sonnet—but without the
In the flashes and black shadows of July the days, locked in each other’s a… seem still so that squirrels and colored bird…
Yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow! It is not a color. It is summer! It is the wind on a willow, the lap of waves, the shadow
It’s all in the sound. A song. Seldom a song. It should be a song—made of particulars, wasps,
This horrible but superb painting the parable of the blind without a red in the composition shows a group of beggars leading
All the complicated details of the attiring and the disattiring are completed! A liquid moon moves gently among
It is a satisfaction a joy to have one of those in the house. when she takes a bath
The dayseye hugging the earth in August, ha! Spring is gone down in purple, weeds stand high in the corn, the rainbeaten furrow
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…
NOW that I have cooled to you Let there be gold of tarnished mas… Temples soothed by the sun to ruin That sleep utterly. Give me hand for the dances,
munching a plum on the street a paper bag of them in her hand They taste good to her They taste good
The crowd at the ball game is moved uniformly by a spirit of uselessness which delights them— all the exciting detail
