Among the bumble-bees in red-top hay, a freckled field of brown-eyed Susans dripping yellow leaves i
You came from the Aztecs
With a copper on your fore-arms
Tawnier than a sunset
Among the red guns,
In the hearts of soldiers
Running free blood
In the long, long campaign:
Arithmetic is where numbers fly like pigeons in and out of your
Arithmet ic tell you how
Now the stone house on the lake front is finished and the
workmen are beginning the fence.
Close-mouthed you sat five thousand years and never let out a whisper.
Processions came by, marche
All day long in fog and wind,
The waves have flung their beating crests
Against the palisades of
Three walls around the town of Tela when I came.
They expected everything of those walls;
I cried over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts.
The field of cornflower yellow i
Jesus emptied the devils of one man into forty hogs and the hogs took the edge of a high rock and dr
Baby vamps, is it harder work than it used to be?
Are the new soda parlors worse than the old time
The mare Alix breaks the world’s trotting record one day. I see her heels flash down the dust of a
Your western heads here cast on money,
You are the two that fade away together,
Partners in the
Poland, France, Judea ran in her veins,
Singing to Paris for bread, singing to Gotham in a fizz at
There will be a rusty gun on the wall, sweetheart,
The rifle grooves curling with flakes of rust.
Sobs En Route to a Penitentiary
Good-by now to the streets and the clash of wheels and
Smash down the cities.
Knock the walls to pieces.
Break the factories and cathedrals, warehouses
Cross the hands over the breast here--so.
Straighten the legs a little more--so.
And call for th
White moon comes in on a baby face.
The shafts across her bed are flimmering.
Out on the land Wh
A million young workmen straight and strong lay stiff on the grass and roads,
And the million are n
I wanted a man’s face looking into the jaws and throat of life
With something proud on his face,
And this will be all?
And the gates will never open again?
And the dust and the wind will play aro
The mouth of this man is a gaunt strong mouth.
The head of this man is a gaunt strong head.
A father sees his son nearing manhood.
What shall he tell that son?
'Life is hard; be steel; be a
Give me hunger,
O you gods that sit and give
The world its orders.
Give me hunger, pain and wa
Many things I might have said today.
And I kept my mouth shut.
So many times I was asked
Hog Butcher for the World,
Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat,
Player with Railroads and the Nation's
Every year Emily Dickinson sent one friend
the first arbutus bud in her garden.
In a last will a
They were calling certain styles of whiskers by the name of “lilacs.”
And another manner of bea
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches