CAST a bronze of my head and legs and put them on the king’s street.Set the cast of me here alongside Carl XII, making two Carls for the Swedish people…
Why shall I keep the old name?What is a name anywhere anyway?A name is a cheap thing all fathers and mothers leave each child:A job is a job and I…
DAYS of the dead men, Danny.Drum for the dead, drum on your remembering heart. Jaures, a great love-heart of France, a slug of lead in the red valves.Kitchener of Khartoum, tall, cold,…
THEY are crying salt tearsOver the beautiful beloved bodyOf Inez Milholland,Because they are glad she lived,Because she loved open-armed,Throwing love for a cheap thingBelonging to everybody-Cheap as sunlight,And morning air.
THE CHILD Margaret begins to write numbers on a Saturday morning, the first numbers formed under her wishing child fingers.All the numbers come well-born, shaped in figures assertive for a…
I GIVE the undertakers permission to haul my bodyto the graveyard and to lay away all, the head, thefeet, the hands, all: I know there is something leftover they can…
STRONG rocks hold up the riksdag bridge … always strong river waters shoving their shoulders against them …In the riksdag to-night three hundred men are talking to each other about…
I AM a hoodlum, you are a hoodlum, we and all of us are a world of hoodlums-maybe so.I hate and kill better men than I am, so do you,…
THE RIVER is gold under a sunset of Illinois.It is a molten gold someone pours and changes.A woman mixing a wedding cake of butter and eggsKnows what the sunset is…