PENCILStelling where the wind comes from  open a story.    Pencilstelling where the wind goes  end a story.  These eager pencilscome to a stop.. only .. when the stars high overcome to a stop.  Out of…

I asked a gypsy palTo imitate an old imageAnd speak old wisdom.She drew in her chin,Made her neck and headThe top piece of a Nile obelisk     and said:Snatch off the…

I WAS born on the prairie and the milk of its wheat, the red of its clover, the eyes of its women, gave me a song and a slogan. Here…

Fling your red scarf faster and faster, dancer.It is summer and the sun loves a million green leaves,     masses of green.Your red scarf flashes across them calling and a-calling.The silk…

You will come one day in a waver of love,Tender as dew, impetuous as rain,The tan of the sun will be on your skin,The purr of the breeze in your…

Sunday night and the park policemen tell each other it     is dark as a stack of black cats on Lake Michigan.A big picnic boat comes home to Chicago from the…

THE FLUTTER of blue pigeon’s wingsUnder a river bridgeHunting a clean dry arch,A corner for a sleep-This flutters here in a woman’s hand.  A singing sleep cry,A drunken poignant two lines…

HUNTINGTON sleeps in a house six feet long.Huntington dreams of railroads he built and owned.Huntington dreams of ten thousand men saying: Yes, sir. Blithery sleeps in a house six feet…

THEY all want to play Hamlet.They have not exactly seen their fathers killedNor their mothers in a frame-up to kill,Nor an Ophelia dying with a dust gagging the heart,Not exactly…

THE PAWN-SHOP man knows hunger,And how far hunger has eaten the heartOf one who comes with an old keepsake.Here are wedding rings and baby bracelets,Scarf pins and shoe buckles, jeweled…