Jack was a swarthy, swaggering son-of-a-gun.He worked thirty years on the railroad, ten hours a day,     and his hands were tougher than sole leather.He married a tough woman and they…

COVER me overIn dusk and dust and dreams. Cover me overAnd leave me alone. Cover me over,You tireless, great. Hear me and cover me,Bringers of dusk and dust and dreams.

I love your faces I saw the many yearsI drank your milk and filled my mouthWith your home talk, slept in your houseAnd was one of you.          But a fire burns…

We look on the shoulders filling the stage of the Chicago Auditorium. A fat mayor has spoken much English and the mud of his speech is crossed with quicksilver hisses…

BY day … tireless smokestacks … hungry smoky shanties hanging to the slopes … crooning: We get by, that’s all.By night … all lit up … fire-gold bars, fire-gold flues…

Little one, you have been buzzing in the books,Flittering in the newspapers and drinking beer with     lawyersAnd amid the educated men of the clubs you have been     getting an earful…

I wrote a poem on the mistAnd a woman asked me what I meant by it.I had thought till then only of the beauty of the mist,             how pearl and…

FELIKSOWA has gone again from our house and this time for good, I hope.She and her husband took with them the cow father gave them, and they sold it.She went…

THE HIGH horses of the sea broke their white ridersOn the walls that held and counted the hoursThe wind lasted.  Two landbirds looked on and the north and the eastLooked on…

Your bow swept over a string, and a long low note     quivered to the air.(A mother of Bohemia sobs over a new child perfect     learning to suck milk.) Your bow…