Remembrance for a great man is this.The newsies are pitching pennies.And on the copper disk is the man’s face.Dead lover of boys, what do you ask for now?
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After waking at dawn one morning when the wind sang low among dry leaves in an elm Among the red guns,In the hearts of soldiersRunning free bloodIn the long, long…
RINGS of iron gray smoke; a woman’s steel face … looking … looking.Funnels of an ocean liner negotiating a fog night; pouring a taffy mass down the wind; layers of…
A man was crucified. He came to the city a stranger,was accused, and nailed to a cross. He lingered hanging.Laughed at the crowd. “The nails are iron,” hesaid, “You are…
LET it go on; let the love of this hour be poured out till all the answers are made, the last dollar spent and the last blood gone. Time runs with…
LAST night a January wind was ripping at the shinglesover our house and whistling a wolf song under theeaves. I sat in a leather rocker and read to a six-year-old…
EMILY DICKINSON:You gave us the bumble bee who has a soul,The everlasting traveler among the hollyhocks,And how God plays around a back yard garden. STEVIE CRANE:War is kind and…
I TOOK away three pictures.One was a white gull forming a half-mile arch from the pines toward Waukegan.One was a whistle in the little sandhills, a bird crying either to…
BOY heart of Johnny Jones-aching to-day?Aching, and Buffalo Bill in town?Buffalo Bill and ponies, cowboys, Indians? Some of us knowAll about it, Johnny Jones. Buffalo Bill is a slanting look…
JOHN BROWN’S body under the morning stars.Six feet of dust under the morning stars.And a panorama of war performs itselfOver the six-foot stage of circling armies.Room for Gettysburg, Wilderness, Chickamauga,On…