Storms have beaten on this point of landAnd ships gone to wreck here and the passers-by remember it with talk on the deck at night as they near it. Fists have beaten on…
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Today I will let the old boat standWhere the sweep of the harbor tide comes inTo the pulse of a far, deep-steady sway.And I will rest and dream and sit…
I HAVE kept all, not one is thrown away, not one given to the ragman, not one thrust in a corner with a “P-f-f.”The red ones and the blue, the…
OUT of white lips a question: Shall seven million dead ask for their blood a little land for the living wives and children, a little land for the living brothers…
Momus is the name men give your face,The brag of its tone, like a long low steamboat whistleFinding a way mid mist on a shoreland,Where gray rocks let the salt…
A stone face higher than six horses stood five thousand years gazing at the world seeming to clutch a secret.A boy passes and throws a niggerhead that chips off the …
On the breakwater in the summer dark, a man and a girl are sitting,She across his knee and they are looking face into faceTalking to each other without words, singing…
FOR a woman’s face remembered as a spot of quick light on the flat land of dark night,For this memory of one mouth and a forehead they go on in…
She sits in the dust at the walls And makes cigars,Bending at the benchWith fingers wage-anxious,Changing her sweat for the day’s pay. Now the noon hour has come,And she leans…
IF you never came with a pigeon rainbow purpleShining in the six o’clock September dusk:If the red sumach on the autumn roadsNever danced on the flame of your eyelashes:If the…