The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
Now the stone house on the lake front is finished and the
workmen are beginning the fence.
Poland, France, Judea ran in her veins,
Singing to Paris for bread, singing to Gotham in a fizz at
Jesus emptied the devils of one man into forty hogs and the hogs took the edge of a high rock and dr
Hog Butcher for the World,
Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat,
Player with Railroads and the Nation's
Sobs En Route to a Penitentiary
Good-by now to the streets and the clash of wheels and
Every year Emily Dickinson sent one friend
the first arbutus bud in her garden.
In a last will a
You came from the Aztecs
With a copper on your fore-arms
Tawnier than a sunset
Many things I might have said today.
And I kept my mouth shut.
So many times I was asked
A father sees his son nearing manhood.
What shall he tell that son?
'Life is hard; be steel; be a
Your western heads here cast on money,
You are the two that fade away together,
Partners in the
Among the bumble-bees in red-top hay, a freckled field of brown-eyed Susans dripping yellow leaves i
They were calling certain styles of whiskers by the name of “lilacs.”
And another manner of bea
Arithmetic is where numbers fly like pigeons in and out of your
Arithmet ic tell you how
Among the red guns,
In the hearts of soldiers
Running free blood
In the long, long campaign:
There is a blue star, Janet,
Fifteen years’ ride from us,
If we ride a hundred miles an hour.
And so to-day- they lay him away-
the boy nobody knows the name of-
the buck private- the unknow
There will be a rusty gun on the wall, sweetheart,
The rifle grooves curling with flakes of rust.
White moon comes in on a baby face.
The shafts across her bed are flimmering.
Out on the land Wh
And this will be all?
And the gates will never open again?
And the dust and the wind will play aro
I cried over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts.
The field of cornflower yellow i
Close-mouthed you sat five thousand years and never let out a whisper.
Processions came by, marche
The mare Alix breaks the world’s trotting record one day. I see her heels flash down the dust of a
Three walls around the town of Tela when I came.
They expected everything of those walls;
Give me hunger,
O you gods that sit and give
The world its orders.
Give me hunger, pain and wa
Cross the hands over the breast here--so.
Straighten the legs a little more--so.
And call for th
I wanted a man’s face looking into the jaws and throat of life
With something proud on his face,
Baby vamps, is it harder work than it used to be?
Are the new soda parlors worse than the old time
Smash down the cities.
Knock the walls to pieces.
Break the factories and cathedrals, warehouses
The mouth of this man is a gaunt strong mouth.
The head of this man is a gaunt strong head.