IT’S a lean car … a long-legged dog of a car … a gray-ghost eagle car.The feet of it eat the dirt of a road … the wings of it…
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[They picked him up in the grass where he had lain two days in the rain with a piece of shrapnel in his lungs.] Come to me only with playthings…
Here is dust remembers it was a roseone time and lay in a woman’s hair.Here is dust remembers it was a womanone time and in her hair lay a rose.Oh…
THERE was a high majestic foolingDay before yesterday in the yellow corn. And day after to-morrow in the yellow cornThere will be high majestic fooling. The ears ripen in late…
The sea is never still.It pounds on the shoreRestless as a young heart,Hunting. The sea speaksAnd only the stormy heartsKnow what it says:It is the face of a rough mother speaking.…
AND this will be all?And the gates will never open again?And the dust and the wind will play around the rusty door hinges and the songs of October moan, Why-oh,…
THE SHEETS of night mist travel a long valley.I know why you came at sundown in a scarf mist. What was it we touched asking nothing and asking all?How many times…
To the Williamson Brothers High noon. White sun flashes on the Michigan Avenue asphalt. Drum of hoofs and whirr of motors. Women trapsing along in flimsy clothes catching play of…
IF the oriole calls like last yearwhen the south wind sings in the oats,if the leaves climb and climb on a bean polesaying over a song learnt from the south…
WRITE your wishes on the door and come in. Stand outside in the pools of the harvest moon. Bring in the handshake of the pumpkins. There’s a wish for every hazel nut?There’s a hope for every corn shock?There’s a…