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Galoots

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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…

Jack London and O. Henry

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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…

Two

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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

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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.     …

It Is Much

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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…

Garden Wireless

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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…

Fire Pages

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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…

Mascots

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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…

They Will Say

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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…

Mag

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I wish to God I never saw you, Mag.I wish you never quit your job and came along with me.I wish we never bought a license and a white dressFor…