Poems

XVIIII: Scrubber She’s tall and gaunt, and in her hard, sad face With flashes of the old fun’s animation There lowers the fixed and peevish resignation […]

XX: Visitor Her little face is like a walnut shell With wrinkling lines; her soft, white hair adorns Her withered brows in quaint, straight curls, like […]

XXI: Romance ‘Talk of pluck!’ pursued the Sailor, Set at euchre on his elbow, ‘I was on the wharf at Charleston, Just ashore from off the […]

XXII: Pastoral It’s the Spring. Earth has conceived, and her bosom, Teeming with summer, is glad. Vistas of change and adventure, Thro’ the green land The […]

XXIII: Music Down the quiet eve, Thro’ my window with the sunset Pipes to me a distant organ Foolish ditties; And, as when you change Pictures […]

XXIV: Suicide Staring corpselike at the ceiling, See his harsh, unrazored features, Ghastly brown against the pillow, And his throat–so strangely bandaged! Lack of work and […]

XXV: Apparition Thin-legged, thin-chested, slight unspeakably, Neat-footed and weak-fingered: in his face – Lean, large-boned, curved of beak, and touched with race, Bold-lipped, rich-tinted, mutable as […]

XXVI: Anterotics Laughs the happy April morn Thro’ my grimy, little window, And a shaft of sunshine pushes Thro’ the shadows in the square. Dogs are […]

XXVII:Nocturn At the barren heart of midnight, When the shadow shuts and opens As the loud flames pulse and flutter, I can hear a cistern leaking. […]

XXVIII:Discharged Carry me out Into the wind and the sunshine, Into the beautiful world. O, the wonder, the spell of the streets! The stature and strength […]