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Death Snips Proud Men

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DEATH is stronger than all the governments becausethe governments are men and men die and thendeath laughs: Now you see ’em, now you don’t. Death is stronger than all proud…

Prairie Waters by Night

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CHATTER of birds two by two raises a night song joining a litany of running water-sheer waters showing the russet of old stones remembering many rains. And the long willows…

Young Bullfrogs

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JIMMY WIMBLETON listened a first week in June.Ditches along prairie roads of Northern IllinoisFilled the arch of night with young bullfrog songs.Infinite mathematical metronomic croaks rose and spoke,Rose and sang,…

Whitelight

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Your whitelight flashes the frost to-nightMoon of the purple and silent west.Remember me one of your lovers of dreams.

In the Shadow of the Palace

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LET us go out of the fog, John, out of the filmy persistent drizzle on the streets of Stockholm, let us put down the collars of our raincoats, take off…

Salvage

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Guns on the battle lines have pounded now a year     between Brussels and Paris.And, William Morris, when I read your old chapter on     the great arches and naves and little…

Old Timers

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I AM an ancient reluctant conscript. On the soup wagons of Xerxes I was a cleaner of pans. On the march of Miltiades’ phalanx I had a haft and head;I…

Masses

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Among the mountains I wandered and saw blue haze and     red crag and was amazed;On the beach where the long push under the endless tide     maneuvers, I stood silent;Under the…

Skyscraper

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By day the skyscraper looms in the smoke and sun and     has a soul.Prairie and valley, streets of the city, pour people into     it and they mingle among its twenty…

Buckwheat

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1THERE was a late autumn cricket,And two smoldering mountain sunsetsUnder the valley roads of her eyes.  There was a late autumn cricket,A hangover of summer song,Scraping a tuneOf the late night…