Tag: james_agee

Yet in general it is still safe
I move silently, and quickly
At this certain time of late morning
An almost cool looking, strong, calm light
On the wall, pasted or pinned or tacked or printed
It has also a certain odor
And it stands before us, facing us
Beyond the house the dirt is blond and bare
He felt exceedingly hopeful
It’s the voice of a blond, fat, and craven rooster
Move on out into the open
Here I was on the porch, diddling around in a notebook
I do not understand nor try to deduce this, but I like it
Their hats and their shirts shedding light
The land sank quietly away toward woods which ran trendrils along it
Let us now praise famous men