Nancy Hanks dreams by the fire;Dreams, and the logs sputter,And the yellow tongues climb.Red lines lick their way in flickers.Oh, sputter, logs. Oh, dream, Nancy.Time now for a beautiful child.Time now…
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THERE are places I go when I am strong.One is a marsh pool where I used to go with a long-ear hound-dog.One is a wild crabapple tree; I was there a moonlight…
JABOWSKY’S place is on a side street and only the rain washes the dusty three balls.When I passed the window a month ago, there rested in proud isolation:A family bible…
IT is something to face the sun and know you are free.To hold your head in the shafts of daylight slanting the earthAnd know your heart has kept a promise…
HOW much do you love me, a million bushels?Oh, a lot more than that, Oh, a lot more. And to-morrow maybe only half a bushel?To-morrow maybe not even a half a…
ONE man killed another. The saying between them had been “I’d give you the shirt off my back.” The killer wept over the dead. The dead if he looks back knows…
INTO the gulf and the pit of the dark night, the cold night, there is a man goes into the dark and the cold and when he comes back to…
I TOO have a garret of old playthings.I have tin soldiers with broken arms upstairs.I have a wagon and the wheels gone upstairs.I have guns and a drum, a jumping-jack…
ELSIE FLIMMERWON, you got a job now with a jazz outfit in vaudeville. The houses go wild when you finish the act shimmying a fast shimmy to The Livery Stable Blues. It…
THIS Mohammedan colonel from the Caucasus yells with his voice and wigwags with his arms.The interpreter translates, “I was a friend of Kornilov, he asks me what to do and…