Poems

The Harbor Passing through huddled and ugly walls By doorways where women Looked from their hunger-deep eyes, Haunted with shadows of hunger-hands, Out from the huddled […]

The Has-Been A stone face higher than six horses stood five thousand years gazing at the world seeming to clutch a secret. A boy passes and […]

The Junk Man I am glad God saw Death And gave Death a job taking care of all who are tired of living: When all the […]

The Mayor of Gary I asked the mayor of Gary about the 12-hour day and the 7-day week. And the mayor of Gary answered more workmen […]

The Mist I am the mist, the impalpable mist, Back of the thing you seek. My arms are long, Long as the reach of time and […]

The Noon Hour She sits in the dust at the walls And makes cigars, Bending at the bench With fingers wage-anxious, Changing her sweat for the […]

The Red Son I love your faces I saw the many years I drank your milk and filled my mouth With your home talk, slept in […]

The Right To Grief To Certain Poets About to Die Take your fill of intimate remorse, perfumed sorrow, Over the dead child of a millionaire, And […]

The Road and the End I shall foot it Down the roadway in the dusk, Where shapes of hunger wander And the fugitives of pain go […]

The Shovel Man On the street Slung on his shoulder is a handle half way across, Tied in a big knot on the scoop of cast […]