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- TEN minutes now I have been looking at this.
I have gone by here before and wondered about it.26 lines, 1 comment - I AM the people — the mob—the crowd—the mass.
Do you know that all the great work of the world is done through me20 lines, 1 comment - OF my city the worst that men will ever say is this:
You took little children away from the sun and the dew,7 lines, 1 comment - JACK was a swarthy, swaggering son-of-a-gun.
He worked thirty years on the railroad, ten hours a day,12 lines, 1 comment - THE single clenched fist lifted and ready,
Or the open asking hand held out and waiting.4 lines, 1 comment - THE Government--I heard about the Government and
I went out to find it. I said I would look closely at29 lines, 1 comment - Red drips from my chin where I have been eating.
Not all the blood, nowhere near all, is wiped off my mouth.12 lines, 2 comments - [They picked him up in the grass where he had lain two
days in the rain with a piece of shrapnel in his lungs.]16 lines, 1 comment - You will come one day in a waver of love,
Tender as dew, impetuous as rain,16 lines, 1 comment - I wrote a poem on the mist
And a woman asked me what I meant by it.12 lines, 1 comment - Hot gold runs a winding stream on the inside of a green bowl.
Yellow trickles in a fan figure, scatters a line of skirmishes, spreads a chorus6 lines, 1 comment - Paula is digging and shaping the loam of a salvia,
Scarlet Chinese talker of summer.5 lines, 1 comment - The monotone of the rain is beautiful,
And the sudden rise and slow relapse9 lines, 1 comment - I drank musty ale at the Illinois Athletic Club with
the millionaire manufacturer of Green River butter40 lines, 1 comment - Storms have beaten on this point of land
And ships gone to wreck here18 lines, 1 comment - Cross the hands over the breast here--so.
Straighten the legs a little more--so.9 lines, 1 comment - Now the stone house on the lake front is finished and the
workmen are beginning the fence.9 lines, 1 comment - Mrs. Gabrielle Giovannitti comes along Peoria Street
every morning at nine o'clock44 lines, 1 comment - I asked the professors who teach the meaning of life to tell
me what is happiness.11 lines, 1 comment - Your western heads here cast on money,
You are the two that fade away together,13 lines, 5 comments - All day long in fog and wind,
The waves have flung their beating crests11 lines, 1 comment - Shine on, O moon of summer.
Shine to the leaves of grass, catalpa and oak,13 lines, 1 comment - A man saw the whole world as a grinning skull and
cross-bones. The rose flesh of life shriveled from all14 lines, 4 comments - I have been watching the war map slammed up for
advertising in front of the newspaper office.17 lines, 2 comments - There's Chamfort. He's a sample.
Locked himself in his library with a gun,15 lines, 1 comment - The young child, Christ, is straight and wise
And asks questions of the old men, questions10 lines, 1 comment - The dago shovelman sits by the railroad track
Eating a noon meal of bread and bologna.12 lines, 1 comment - Crimson is the slow smolder of the cigar end I hold,
Gray is the ash that stiffens and covers all silent the fire.5 lines, 1 comment - Once when I saw a cripple
Gasping slowly his last days with the white plague,13 lines, 1 comment - What do we see here in the sand dunes of the white
moon alone with our thoughts, Bill,15 lines, 2 comments - I sat with a dynamiter at supper in a German saloon
eating steak and onions.18 lines, 1 comment - I Know a Jew fish crier down on Maxwell Street with a
voice like a north wind blowing over corn stubble8 lines, 1 comment - I dreamed one man stood against a thousand,
One man damned as a wrongheaded fool.15 lines, 1 comment - I know an ice handler who wears a flannel shirt with
pearl buttons the size of a dollar,19 lines, 1 comment - Remembrance for a great man is this.
The newsies are pitching pennies.4 lines, 1 comment - Women of night life amid the lights
Where the line of your full, round throats10 lines, 1 comment - Your bow swept over a string, and a long low note
quivered to the air.8 lines, 1 comment - Seven nations stood with their hands on the jaws of death.
It was the first week in August, Nineteen Hundred Fourteen.13 lines, 1 comment - In western fields of corn and northern timber lands,
They talk about me, a saloon with a soul,7 lines, 1 comment - EMILY DICKINSON:
You gave us the bumble bee who has a soul,11 lines, 1 comment - I wish to God I never saw you, Mag.
I wish you never quit your job and came along with me.16 lines, 1 comment - Mamie beat her head against the bars of a little Indiana
town and dreamed of romance and big things off26 lines, 1 comment - Fling your red scarf faster and faster, dancer.
It is summer and the sun loves a million green leaves,11 lines, 1 comment - Among the mountains I wandered and saw blue haze and
red crag and was amazed;13 lines, 1 comment - You never come back.
I say good-by when I see you going in the doors,10 lines, 2 comments - Momus is the name men give your face,
The brag of its tone, like a long low steamboat whistle30 lines, 1 comment - The owl-car clatters along, dogged by the echo
From building and battered paving-stone.12 lines, 1 comment - On the breakwater in the summer dark, a man and a
girl are sitting,11 lines, 2 comments - Little one, you have been buzzing in the books,
Flittering in the newspapers and drinking beer with20 lines, 1 comment - For the gladness here where the sun is shining at
evening on the weeds at the river,21 lines, 1 comment - A stone face higher than six horses stood five thousand
years gazing at the world seeming to clutch a secret.9 lines, 1 comment - I am glad God saw Death
And gave Death a job taking care of all who are tired0 lines, 1 comment
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