301. Questionnaire HAVE I told any man to be a liar for my sake?
Have I sold ice to the poor in summer and coal to the poor in winter for the sake of daughters who nursed brindle bull terriers and led with a leash their dogs clothed in plaid wool jackets?Have I given any man an earful too much of my talk-or asked any man to take a snootful of booze on my account?
302. The Skyscraper Loves Night ONE by one lights of a skyscraper fling their checkering cross work on the velvet gown of night.
I believe the skyscraper loves night as a woman and brings her playthings she asks for, brings her a velvet gown,And loves the white of her shoulders hidden under the dark feel of it all.
303. River Roads Let the crows go by hawking their caw and caw.
They have been swimming in midnights of coal mines somewhere. Let 'em hawk their caw and caw.
304. Wind Song LONG ago I learned how to sleep,
In an old apple orchard where the wind swept by counting its money and throwing it away,In a wind-gaunt orchard where the limbs forked out and listened or never listened at all,
305. Five Cent Balloons PIETRO has twenty red and blue balloons on a string.
They flutter and dance pulling Pietro's arm.A nickel apiece is what they sell for.
306. Cups Of Coffee THE HAGGARD woman with a hacking cough and a deathless love whispers of white
flowers ... in your poem you pour like a cup of coffee, Gabriel.
307. The People, Yes Lincoln?
He was a mystery in smoke and flagsSaying yes to the smoke, yes to the flags,
308. Potomac River Mist All the policemen, saloonkeepers and efficiency experts in Toledo
knew Bern Dailey; secretary ten years when Whitlock was mayor.Pickpockets, yeggs, three card men, he knew them all and how they flit
309. Knucks In Abraham Lincoln's city,
Where they remember his lawyer's shingle,The place where they brought him
310. Fire-logs Nancy Hanks dreams by the fire;
Dreams, and the logs sputter,And the yellow tongues climb.
311. Cool Tombs When Abraham Lincoln was shoveled into the tombs,
he forgot the copperheads and the assassin… in the dust, in the cool tombs.
312. Valley Song Your eyes and the valley are memories.
Your eyes fire and the valley a bowl.It was here a moonrise crept over the timberline.
313. Loam In the loam we sleep,
In the cool moist loam,To the lull of years that pass
314. Autumn Movement I cried over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts.
315. Young Sea The sea is never still.
It pounds on the shoreRestless as a young heart,
316. Working Girls The working girls in the morning are going to work-
long lines of them afoot amid the downtown stores and factories, thousands with little brick-shaped
317. Window Night from a railroad car window
Is a great, dark, soft thingBroken across with slashes of light.
318. Who Am I? My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of
319. Whitelight Your whitelight flashes the frost to-night
Moon of the purple and silent west.Remember me one of your lovers of dreams.
320. White Shoulders Your white shoulders
I rememberAnd your shrug of laughter.
321. Wars In the old wars drum of hoofs and the beat of shod feet.
In the new wars hum of motors and the tread of rubber tires.In the wars to come silent wheels and whirr of rods not
322. Waiting Today I will let the old boat stand
Where the sweep of the harbor tide comes inTo the pulse of a far, deep-steady sway.
323. Uplands In May Wonder as of old things
Fresh and fair come backHangs over pasture and road.