#Americans #Suicide #XIXCentury #XXCentury
Once, in the city of Kalamazoo, The gods went walking, two and two… With the friendly phoenix, the sta… The speaking pony and singing lion… For in Kalamazoo in a cottage apa…
When Yankee soldiers reach the ba… Then Joan of Arc gives each the a… For she is there in armor clad, to… All the young poets of the wide wo… Which of our freemen did she greet…
DEDICATED TO LUCY BATES (Being a reminiscence of certain p… Oh, cabaret dancer, I know… Whose eyes have not looked on the… I know a dancer, I…
I. THEIR BASIC SAVAGER… Fat black bucks in a wine-barrel r… Barrel-house kings, with feet unst… Sagged and reeled and pounded on t… A deep rolling bass.
A curse upon each king who leads h… No matter what his plea, to this f… And may it end his wicked dynasty, And may he die in exile and black… If there is vengeance in the Heav…
She was taught desire in the stree… Not at the angels’ feet. By the good no word was said Of the worth of the bridal bed. The secret was learned from the vi…
A little colt—broncho, loaned to t… To be broken in time without fury… Yet black crows flew past you, sho… Calling “Beware,” with lugubrious… The butterflies there in the bush…
The Youth speaks: - “Why do you seek the sun In your bubble-crown ascending? Your chariot will melt to mist. Your crown will have an ending.”
When I see a young tree In its white beginning, With white leaves And white buds Barely tipped with green,
The Lion is a kingly beast. He likes a Hindu for a feast. And if no Hindu he can get, The lion-family is upset. He cuffs his wife and bites her ea…
In which he is remembered in simil… the king’s jester, who died when H… Yorick is dead. Boy Hamlet walks… Beneath the battlements of Elsino… Where are those oddities and caper…
And must the Senator from Illinoi… Be this squat thing, with blinking… This brazen gutter idol, reared to… Upon a leering pyramid of lies? And must the Senator from Illinoi…
I know a seraph who has golden eye… And hair of gold, and body like th… Here in the wind I dream her unbo… Is blowing round me, that desire’s… Has touched her pale keen face, an…
The moon’s a holy owl-queen. She keeps them in a jar Under her arm till evening, Then sallies forth to war. She pours the owls upon us.
WHERE is David?. . . O God’s p… Saul has passed, the good and grea… Mourn for Saul the first-anointed… Head and shoulders o’er the state. He was found among the Prophets:
