Poems

Chamfort There’s Chamfort. He’s a sample. Locked himself in his library with a gun, Shot off his nose and shot out his right eye. And this […]

Chicago HOG Butcher for the World, Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat, Player with Railroads and the Nation’s Freight Handler; Stormy, husky, brawling, City of the Big […]

Chicago Poet I saluted a nobody. I saw him in a looking-glass. He smiled–so did I. He crumpled the skin on his forehead, frowning–so did I. […]

Child The young child, Christ, is straight and wise And asks questions of the old men, questions Found under running water for all children And found […]

Child Moon The child’s wonder At the old moon Comes back nightly. She points her finger To the far silent yellow thing Shining through the branches […]

Child Of The Romans The dago shovelman sits by the railroad track Eating a noon meal of bread and bologna. A train whirls by, and men […]

Choices They offer you many things, I a few. Moonlight on the play of fountains at night With water sparkling a drowsy monotone, Bare-shouldered, smiling women […]

Choose THE single clenched fist lifted and ready, Or the open asking hand held out and waiting. Choose: For we meet by one or the other.

Clark Street Bridge Dust of the feet And dust of the wheels, Wagons and people going, All day feet and wheels. Now. . . . . […]

Cool Tombs When Abraham Lincoln was shoveled into the tombs he forgot the copperheads and the assassin . . . in the dust, in the cool […]