Growing Old
What is it to grow old?
Is it to lose the glory of the form,…
Is it to lose the glory of the form,…
Literature
I Shall See Her Today!
‘I shall see her today!’ I exclaim in the mornings when I raise and look…
The Condition of Quiet That is the Condition of Vision
Even to−day our country people speak with the dead and with some who perhaps have…
Into the Twilight
Out-worn heart, in a time out-worn, Come clear of the nets of wrong and right;…
The Great Gatsby
Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before…
I Asked For Very Little From Life
I asked for very little from life, and even this little was denied me. A…
A Hymn to Night
Come, mysterious night;
Descend and nestle to us. Descend softly on the houses
We built…
Descend and nestle to us. Descend softly on the houses
We built…
Oh You Rationalists!
“Oh you rationalists,” I replied, smiling. “Passion! Drunkenness! Madness! You moral creatures, so calm and…
Beauty Is a Fearful and Terrible Thing!
But enough poetry! I shed tears; well, then, let me cry. Maybe everyone will laugh…