I am glad God saw DeathAnd gave Death a job taking care of all who are tired     of living: When all the wheels in a clock are worn and slow…

IN the Shenandoah Valley, one rider gray and one rider blue, and the sun on the riders wondering. Piled in the Shenandoah, riders blue and riders gray, piled with shovels,…

FLAT lands on the end of town where real estate men are crying new subdivisions,The sunsets pour blood and fire over you hundreds and hundreds of nights, flat lands-blood and…

A lone gray bird,Dim-dipping, far-flying,Alone in the shadows and grandeurs and tumultsOf night and the seaAnd the stars and storms. Out over the darkness it wavers and hovers,Out into the…

I WANDER down on Clinton street south of PolkAnd listen to the voices of Italian children quarreling.It is a cataract of coloraturaAnd I could sleep to their musical threats and…

IF we were such and so, the same as these,maybe we too would be slingers and sliders,tumbling half over in the water mirrors,tumbling half over at the horse heads of…

The working girls in the morning are going to work–     long lines of them afoot amid the downtown stores     and factories, thousands with little brick-shaped     lunches wrapped in newspapers under…

THERE was a woman tore off a red velvet gownAnd slashed the white skin of her right shoulderAnd a crimson zigzag wrote a finger nail hurry.  There was a woman spoke…

NEITHER rose leaves gathered in a jar-respectably in Boston-these-nor drops of Christ blood for a chalice-decently in Philadelphia or Baltimore.  Cinders-these-hissing in a marl and lime of Chicago-also these-the howling of…

NOW that a crimson rambler    begins to crawl over the house    of our two lives- Now that a red curve    winds across the shingles- Now that hands    washed in early sunrises    climb and spill scarlet    on…