American Poetry
L'Art, 1910
Green arsenic smeared on an egg-white cloth, Crushed strawberries! Come, let us…
Green arsenic smeared on an egg-white cloth, Crushed strawberries! Come, let us…
Suddenly discovering in the eyes of the very beautiful Normande cocotte The eye…
As cool as the pale wet leaves of lily-of-the-valley She lay beside me in the d…
The rustling of the silk is discontinued, Dust drifts over the court-yard, Ther…
When I carefully consider the curious habits of dogs I am compelled to conclude…
The gew-gaws of false amber and false turquoise attract them. 'Like to like…
So-shu dreamed, And having dreamed that he was a bird, a bee, and a butterfly, …
The apparition of these faces in the crowd: Petals on a wet, black bough.
And the days are not full enough And the nights are not full enough And life sl…
Empty are the ways, Empty are the ways of this land And the flowers Bend over w…