Tag Archives: American Poets

he sat naked and drunk in a room of summer …

FACING west, from California’s shores, Inquiring, tireless, seeking what is …

each man must realize that it can all disappear very …

SAUNTERING the pavement, or riding the country by-road–lo! such faces! …

by God, I don’t know what to do. they’re so …

WHO has gone farthest? For lo! have not I gone …

it takes a lot of desperation dissatisfaction and disillusion to …

SUDDENLY, out of its stale and drowsy lair, the lair …

To end up alone in a tomb of a room …

WHO are you, dusky woman, so ancient, hardly human, With …

never even in calmer times have I ever dreamed of …

. ELEMENTAL drifts! How I wish I could impress others …