Pike Country Ballads:Jim Bludso, Of The Prairie Belle (John Hay Poems)
Wall, no! I can't tell whar he lives, Becase he don't live, you see;Leastways, he's got out of the habit Of livin' ...
Wall, no! I can't tell whar he lives, Becase he don't live, you see;Leastways, he's got out of the habit Of livin' ...
An American girl of twentyShould reach Egypt,Forgetting the advice from the Titanic,Asleep on the bottom, gloomier than the crypt.In America ...
They left in boarded-up trains.I escaped into a fairy tale.Tanks rolled down the street.I gazed at the birds.From the forts ...
At gauzy dusk, thin haze like cigarette smoke ribbons past Chrysler Building's silver fins tapering delicately needletopped, Empire State's taller ...
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
THE SINS of Kalamazoo are neither scarlet nor crimson. The sins of Kalamazoo are a convict gray, a dishwater drab. ...
ON the one hand the steel works. On the other hand the penitentiary. Sante Fé trains and Alton trains Between ...
I WAS born on the prairie and the milk of its wheat, the red of its clover, the eyes of ...
WHO knows what I know when I have asked the night questions and the night has answered nothing only the ...
SUNDAY night and the park policemen tell each other it is dark as a stack of black cats on Lake ...
BY day . tireless smokestacks . hungry smoky shanties hanging to the slopes . crooning: We get by, that's all. ...
INTO the gulf and the pit of the dark night, the cold night, there is a man goes into the ...
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