#Americans #Modernism
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
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,
The world begins again! Not wholly insufflated the blackbirds in the rain upon the dead topbranches of the living tree,
WHERE shall I find you— You, my grotesque fellows That I seek everywhere To make up my band? None, not one
All the complicated details of the attiring and the disattiring are completed! A liquid moon moves gently among
"Sweet land" at last! out of sea— the Venusremembering wavelets rippling with laughter—
The pure products of America go crazy— mountain folk from Kentucky or the ribbed north end of Jersey
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
The rose is obsolete but each petal ends in an edge, the double facet cementing the grooved columns of air—The edge
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…
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.
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
munching a plum on the street a paper bag of them in her hand They taste good to her They taste good
Gagarin says, in ecstasy, he could have gone on forever he floated ate and sang