Poems

Dusty Doors Child of the Aztec gods, how long must we listen here, how long before we go? The dust is deep on the lintels. The […]

Dynamiter I sat with a dynamiter at supper in a German saloon eating steak and onions. And he laughed and told stories of his wife and […]

Eleventh Avenue Racket There is something terrible about a hurdy-gurdy, a gipsy man and woman, and a monkey in red flannel all stopping in front of […]

Evening Waterfall What is the name you called me?– And why did you go so soon? The crows lift their caws on the wind, And the […]

Fellow Citizens I drank musty ale at the Illinois Athletic Club with the millionaire manufacturer of Green River butter one night And his face had the […]

Fight Red drips from my chin where I have been eating. Not all the blood, nowhere near all, is wiped off my mouth. Clots of red […]

Fire Pages I will read ashes for you, if you ask me. I will look on the fire and tell you from the gray lashes And […]

Fish Crier I Know a Jew fish crier down on Maxwell Street with a voice like a north wind blowing over corn stubble in January. He […]

Flanders Flanders, the name of a place, a country of people, Spells itself with letters, is written in books. “Where is Flanders?” was asked one time, […]

Flux Sand of the sea runs red Where the sunset reaches and quivers. Sand of the sea runs yellow Where the moon slants and wavers.