GALOOTS, you hairy, hankering,Snousle on the bones you eat, chew at the gristle and lick the last of it.Grab off the bones in the paws of other galoots-hook your claws…
BOTH were jailbirds; no speechmakers at all; speaking best with one foot on a brass rail; a beer glass in the left hand and the right hand employed for gestures. And…
Memory of you is… a blue spear of flower.I cannot remember the name of it.Alongside a bold dripping poppy is fire and silk. And they cover you.
Style–go ahead talking about style.You can tell where a man gets his style just as you can tell where Pavlowa got her legs or Ty Cobb his batting eye. …
Women of night life amid the lightsWhere the line of your full, round throatsMatches in gleam the glint of your eyesAnd the ring of your heart-deep laughter: It is much…
HOW many feet ran with sunlight, water, and air? What little devils shaken of laughter, cramming their little ribs with chuckles, Fixed this lone red tulip, a woman’s mouth of…
I WILL read ashes for you, if you ask me.I will look in the fire and tell you from the gray lashesAnd out of the red and black tongues and…
I WILL keep you and bring hands to hold you against a great hunger.I will run a spear in you for a great gladness to die with.I will stab you…
OF my city the worst that men will ever say is this:You took little children away from the sun and the dew,And the glimmers that played in the grass under…