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Ice Handler

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I know an ice handler who wears a flannel shirt with     pearl buttons the size of a dollar,And he lugs a hundred-pound hunk into a saloon ice-     box, helps himself…

White Hands

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FOR the second time in a year this lady with the white hands is brought to the west room second floor of a famous sanatorium.Her husband is a cornice manufacturer…

Tangibles

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(Washington, August, 1918)I HAVE seen this city in the day and the sun.I have seen this city in the night and the moon.And in the night and the moon I…

Bronzes

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THE bronze General Grant riding a bronze horse in Linc-oln ParkShrivels in the sun by day when the motor cars whirrby in long processions going somewhere to keep ap-pointment for…

Paula

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NOTHING else in this song-only your face.Nothing else here-only your drinking, night-gray eyes.  The pier runs into the lake straight as a rifle barrel.I stand on the pier and sing how…

The Noon Hour

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SHE sits in the dust at the wallsAnd makes cigars,Bending at the benchWith fingers wage-anxious,Changing her sweat for the day’s pay. Now the noon hour has come,And she leans with…

High Conspiratorial Person

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OUT of the testimony of such reluctant lips, out of the oaths and mouths of such scrupulous liars, out of perjurers whose hands swore by God to the white sun…

Grieg Being Dead

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GRIEG being dead we may speak of him and his art.Grieg being dead we can talk about whether he was any good or not.Grieg being with Ibsen, Bjornson, Lief Ericson…

Poems Done On A Late Night Car

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I. CHICKENS I am The Great White Way of the city:When you ask what is my desire, I answer:“Girls fresh as country wild flowers,With young faces tired of the cows…

Places

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ROSES and goldFor you today,And the flash of flying flags.    I will have  Ashes,  Dust in my hair,Crushes of hoofs.  Your nameFills the mouthOf rich man and poor.  Women bringArmfuls of flowersAnd throw on you.    I…