I saw a famous man eating soup.I say he was lifting a fat brothInto his mouth with a spoon.His name was in the newspapers that daySpelled out in tall black…
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THEY have painted and sungthe women washing their hair,and the plaits and strands in the sun,and the golden combsand the combs of elephant tusksand the combs of buffalo horn and…
THE DOUBLE moon, one on the high back drop of the west, one on the curve of the river face,The sky moon of fire and the river moon of water,…
She loves blood-red poppies for a garden to walk in.In a loose white gown she walks and a new child tugs at cords in her body.Her head to the west at…
Your western heads here cast on money,You are the two that fade away together, Partners in the mist. Lunging buffalo shoulder, Lean Indian face,We who come after where you…
Everybody loved Chick Lorimer in our town. Far off Everybody loved her.So we all love a wild girl keeping a holdOn a dream she wants.Nobody knows now where Chick Lorimer went.Nobody…
Mrs. Gabrielle Giovannitti comes along Peoria Street every morning at nine o’clockWith kindling wood piled on top of her head, her eyes looking straight ahead to find the way for…
I SIT in a chair and read the newspapers. Millions of men go to war, acres of them are buried, guns and ships broken, cities burned, villages sent up in…
THE GRAVE of Alexander Hamilton is in Trinity yard at the end of Wall Street. The grave of Robert Fulton likewise is in Trinity yard where Wall Street stops. And in this…
MAKE war songs out of these;Make chants that repeat and weave.Make rhythms up to the ragtime chatter of the machine guns;Make slow-booming psalms up to the boom of the big…