EMPTY battlefields keep their phantoms.Grass crawls over old gun wheelsAnd a nodding Canada thistle flings a purpleInto the summer’s southwest wind,Wrapping a root in the rust of a bayonet,Reaching a…

RED gold of pools,Sunset furrows six o’clock,And the farmer done in the fieldsAnd the cows in the barns with bulging udders.  Take the cows and the farmer,Take the barns and bulging…

ONE by one lights of a skyscraper fling their checkering cross work on the velvet gown of night.I believe the skyscraper loves night as a woman and brings her playthings…

SMOKE of the fields in spring is one,Smoke of the leaves in autumn another.Smoke of a steel-mill roof or a battleship funnel,They all go up in a line with a…

I cried over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts. The field of cornflower yellow is a scarf at the neck of the copper  sunburned woman, the mother of the year,…

Guns,Long, steel guns,Pointed from the war shipsIn the name of the war god.Straight, shining, polished guns,Clambered over with jackies in white blouses,Glory of tan faces, tousled hair, white teeth,Laughing lithe…

The rear axles hold the kick of twenty Missouri jackasses.  It is in the records of the patent office and the ads there is twenty horse power pull here.  The farm boy…

Sling me under the sea.Pack me down in the salt and wet.No farmer’s plow shall touch my bones.No Hamlet hold my jaws and speakHow jokes are gone and empty is…

Passing through huddled and ugly wallsBy doorways where womenLooked from their hunger-deep eyes,Haunted with shadows of hunger-hands,Out from the huddled and ugly walls,I came sudden, at the city’s edge,On a…

BEND low again, night of summer stars.So near you are, sky of summer stars,So near, a long arm man can pick off stars,Pick off what he wants in the sky…