#Americans #Modernism #XXCentury
School is over. It is too hot to walk at ease. At ease in light frocks they walk the stre… to while the time away. They have grown tall. They hold
Let the snake wait under his weed and the writing be of words, slow and quick, sharp to strike, quiet to wait,
I stopped the car to let the children down where the streets end in the sun at the marsh edge
Snow falls: years of anger following hours that float idly down — the blizzard drifts its weight
Tracks of rain and light linger in the spongy greens of a nature whos… flickering mountain—bulging nearer… ebbing back into the sun hollowing itself away to hold a la…
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
Among the rain and lights I saw the figure 5 in gold on a red
so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain
Light hearted William twirled his November moustaches and, half dressed, looked from the bedroom window upon the spring weather.
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.
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...
From the Nativity which I have already celebrated the Babe in its Mother’s arms the Wise Men in their stolen splendor
Paterson lies in the valley under… its spent waters forming the outli… lies on his right side, head near… of the waters filling his dreams!… his dreams walk about the city whe…
The pure products of America go crazy— mountain folk from Kentucky or the ribbed north end of Jersey
In the flashes and black shadows of July the days, locked in each other’s a… seem still so that squirrels and colored bird…