1879 - 1955/Male/AmericanA Modernist poet whose meditative and philosophical poems' moods rotate between ecstasy, apathy, and reluctance between ecstasy and apathy. (wikipedia)
View profile & all 50 Poems / StoriesIIn that November off Tehuantepec,The slopping of the sea grew still one night
With my whole body I taste these peaches,I touch them and smell them. Who speaks?I absorb them as the Angevine
No soldiers in the scenery,No thoughts of people now dead,
The prologues are over. It is a question, now,Of final belief. So, say that final belief
Although you sit in a room that is gray,Except for the silver
