Add to ORKGThe sun slipped behind the last row of low, brick huts and left the world in a warm, gray twilight..
She sat alone, Reposed against the rusty brick, Her hair a silky warp and woof Falling through the f...
The rain still came. The sun fought with the thick clouds, succeeding only in brightening the green ...
The warm, dry air pushed itself up through the metal curlicues of the register..
FEBRUARY had been a damp, chill month with none of the violence of winter. Snow, which seemed to mel...
THE DIM evening light, fighting its way through the dusty pane, is almost lost in the drab, boxlike ...
THE FOG had rolled in from the coast in the twilight, a vaporous wave gathering substance in the pur...
I pause and watch the mallards spear The air in long, ragged V-lines, Ragged like the stalk-littered...
EAT lies like a sticky hand over the little Nebraska town. The last drop of moisture has been wrung ...
The boy awoke, startled, but he didn\u27t know why. The muggy summer night was heavy and oppressive,...
Unclad, the bony fingers on the lawn Reach skyward, clutching at the cold gray blast That stripes th...
It was too late for any visitors, but the dogs were barking. Mrs. Garnett was already in bed and the...
T HERE had been no rain since the beginning of July, and it was now the second week in August..
The wind, cold from Arctic seas, flattened like a crouching animal as it rushed in across the barren...
A wind beneath the eyelids, Scurries on the pink, gray shadows, Dipping away softly to deeper shadow...
The sun slipped behind the last row of low, brick huts and left the world in a warm, gray twilight..
She sat alone, Reposed against the rusty brick, Her hair a silky warp and woof Falling through the f...
The rain still came. The sun fought with the thick clouds, succeeding only in brightening the green ...
The warm, dry air pushed itself up through the metal curlicues of the register..
FEBRUARY had been a damp, chill month with none of the violence of winter. Snow, which seemed to mel...
THE DIM evening light, fighting its way through the dusty pane, is almost lost in the drab, boxlike ...
THE FOG had rolled in from the coast in the twilight, a vaporous wave gathering substance in the pur...
I pause and watch the mallards spear The air in long, ragged V-lines, Ragged like the stalk-littered...
EAT lies like a sticky hand over the little Nebraska town. The last drop of moisture has been wrung ...
The boy awoke, startled, but he didn\u27t know why. The muggy summer night was heavy and oppressive,...
Unclad, the bony fingers on the lawn Reach skyward, clutching at the cold gray blast That stripes th...
It was too late for any visitors, but the dogs were barking. Mrs. Garnett was already in bed and the...
T HERE had been no rain since the beginning of July, and it was now the second week in August..
The wind, cold from Arctic seas, flattened like a crouching animal as it rushed in across the barren...
A wind beneath the eyelids, Scurries on the pink, gray shadows, Dipping away softly to deeper shadow...
The sun slipped behind the last row of low, brick huts and left the world in a warm, gray twilight..
She sat alone, Reposed against the rusty brick, Her hair a silky warp and woof Falling through the f...
The rain still came. The sun fought with the thick clouds, succeeding only in brightening the green ...