- After you have spent all the money
- A liar goes in fine clothes
- All I can give you is broken-face gargoyles
- All the policemen, saloonkeepers and efficiency experts in Toledo knew Bern Dailey
- Am I the river your white birds fly over?
- Among the grassroots
- And this will be all?
- Armour Avenue was the name of this street
- A swirl in the air where your head was once, here
- Baby vamps, is it harder work than it used to be?
- Because I have called to you
- Bend low again, night of summer stars
- Born a million years ago you stay here a million years
- Both were jailbirds; no speechmakers at all
- Box cars run by a mile long
- By day … tireless smokestacks
- Cast a bronze of my head and legs and put them on the king’s street
- Child of the Aztec gods
- Count these reminiscences like money
- Death comes once, let it be easy
- Death is stronger than all the governments
- Did I see a crucifix in your eyes
- Do you know how the dream looms?
- Drum on your drums, batter on your banjoes
- Early May, after cold rain the sun baffling cold wind
- Elsie Flimmerwon, you got a job now with a jazz outfit in vaudeville
- Every year Emily Dickinson sent one friend
- Fasten black eyes on me
- Feliksowa has gone again from our house and this time for good, I hope
- First I would like to write for you a poem
- Five geese deploy mysteriously
- For the second time in a year this lady with the white hands is brought
- From the time of the early radishes
- Galoots, you hairy, hankering
- Gather the stars if you wish it so
- Give me your anathema
- Grieg being dead we may speak of him and his art
- Hats, where do you belong?
- Have I broken the smaller tabernacles, O Lord?
- Hokusai’s portrait of himself
- Hot gold runs a winding stream on the inside of a green bowl
- How much do you love me, a million bushels?
- I am a hoodlum, you are a hoodlum
- I am put high over all others in the city today
- I asked the Mayor of Gary about the 12-hour day and the 7-day week
- I don’t know how he came
- If I should pass the tomb of Jonah
- If the oriole calls like last year
- If we were such and so, the same as these
- If you never came with a pigeon rainbow purple
- I have ransacked the encyclopedias
- I have lived in many half-worlds myself … and so I know you
- I have been in Pennsylvania
- I have seen this city in the day and the sun
- I knew a real man once, says Agatha in the splendor of a shagbark hickory tree
- I love him, I love him, ran the patter of her lips
- In a Yiddish eating place on Rivington Street
- In a jeweler’s shop I saw a man beating
- In the moonlight under a shag-bark hickory tree
- In the morning, a Sunday morning
- In the night, when the sea-winds take the city in their arms
- I painted on the roof of a skyscraper
- I saw a famous man eating soup
- I saw a telegram handed a two hundred pound man at a desk
- I saw Man, the man-hunter
- I shall cry God to give me a broken foot
- I tell them where the wind comes from
- It is something to face the sun and know you are free
- I thought of offering you apothegms
- I took away three pictures
- It’s a jazz affair, drum crashes and cornet razzes
- I walked among the streets of an old city
- I wander down on Clinton street south of Polk
- I was a boy when I heard three red words
- I will keep you and bring hands to hold you against a great hunger
- I will read ashes for you, if you ask me
- Joy … weaving two violet petals for a coat lapel
- Keep a red heart of memories
- Let down your braids of hair, lady
- Let it go on; let the love of this hour be poured out
- Let us go out of the fog, John
- Listen a while, the moon is a lovely woman, a lonely woman
- Long ago I learned how to sleep
- Many things I might have said today
- Many ways to spell good night
- Mary has a thingamajig clamped on her ears
- Money is nothing now, even if I had it
- My people are gray
- My shirt is a token and symbol
- Neither rose leaves gathered in a jar
- New neighbors came to the corner house at Congress and Green streets
- Nothing else in this song—only your face
- One by one lights of a skyscraper fling their checkering cross work on the velvet gown of night
- One man killed another
- On Forty First Street
- Out of the testimony of such reluctant lips
- Pea pods cling to stems
- Pencils
- Pietro has twenty red and blue balloons on a string
- Play it across the table
- Poland, France, Judea ran in her veins
- Policeman in front of a bank 3 A.M. … lonely
- Red barns and red heifers spot the green
- Red gold of pools
- Rings of iron gray smoke
- Roses and gold
- Seven days all fog, all mist, and the turbines pounding through high seas
- Shake back your hair, O red-headed girl
- Six street ends come together here
- Sleep is a maker of makers
- Smoke of the fields in spring is one
- Snow took us away from the smoke valleys into white mountains
- Snub nose, the guts of twenty mules are in your cylinders and transmission
- Somebody loses whenever somebody wins
- Somebody’s little girl
- Somewhere you and I remember we came
- Speak, sir, and be wise
- Strong rocks hold up the riksdag bridge
- The balloons hang on wires in the Marigold Gardens
- The boy Alexander understands his father to be a famous lawyer
- The bridge says: Come across, try me; see how good I am
- The buffaloes are gone
- The dancing girls here … after a long night of it
- The down drop of the blackbird
- The dome of the capitol looks to the Potomac river
- The double moon, one on the high back drop of the west
- Then came, Oscar, the time of the guns
- The fine cloth of your love might be a fabric of Egypt
- The five o’clock prairie sunset is a strong man going to sleep after a long day in a cornfield
- The flutter of blue pigeon’s wings
- The grave of Alexander Hamilton is in Trinity yard at the end of Wall Street
- The grip of the ice is gone now
- The haggard woman with a hacking cough and a deathless love whispers of white flowers
- The high horses of the sea broke their white riders
- The horse’s name was Remorse
- The knees
- The lady in red, she in the chile con carne red
- The law says you and I belong to each other, George
- The lawyers, Bob, know too much
- Ten miles of flat land along the sea
- The milk drops on your chin, Helga
- The peace of great doors be for you
- There is something terrible
- There is a woman on Michigan Boulevard keeps a parrot and goldfish and two white mice
- There is a blue star, Janet
- There’s a hole in the bottom of the sea
- There was a woman tore off a red velvet gown
- There was a late autumn cricket
- There was a wild pigeon came often to Hinkley’s timber
- There will be a rusty gun on the wall, sweetheart
- The roses slanted crimson sobs
- The river is gold under a sunset of Illinois
- The sea at its worst drives a white foam up
- These are the tawny days: your face comes back
- The sea rocks have a green moss
- The sea-wash never ends
- The sins of Kalamazoo are neither scarlet nor crimson
- The six month child
- The shale and water thrown together so-so first of all
- The sheets of night mist travel a long valley
- The snow piles in dark places are gone
- The sunset swept
- The telescope picks off star dust
- The time has gone by
- The west window is a panel of marching onions
- The wind stops, the wind begins
- The wishes on this child’s mouth
- The woman named To-morrow
- They all want to play Hamlet
- They ask me to handle bronzes
- They have painted and sung
- They put up big wooden gods
- They were calling certain styles of whiskers by the name of “lilacs”
- This handful of grass, brown, says little
- This Mohammedan colonel from the Caucasus yells with his voice and wigwags with his arms
- Three tailors of Tooley Street wrote: We, the People
- Three violins are trying their hearts
- Throw roses on the sea where the dead went down
- To have your face left overnight
- To write one book in five years
- Two fishes swimming in the sea
- Wandering oversea dreamer
- What can we say of the night?
- What cry of peach blossoms
- What does the hangman think about
- What was the name you called me?
- When the sea is everywhere
- Who knows what I know
- Why should I be wondering
- Wishes left on your lips
- Write your wishes
- Yes, the Dead speak to us
- You slut, he flung at her
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