In the Quarter of the NegroesWhere the doors are doors of paperDust of dingy atomsBlows a scratchy sound.Amorphous jack-o'-Lanterns caperAnd…
By what sendsthe white kidsI ain't sent:I know I can'tbe President.What don't bugthem white kidssure bugs me:We know everybodyain't free.Lies…
It was a long time ago.I have almost forgotten my dream.But it was there then,In front of me,Bright like a…
Fine living . . . a la carte?Come to the Waldorf-Astoria!LISTEN HUNGRY ONES!Look! See what Vanity Fair says about thenew…
It is written in the book that Man, when fifty, must leave thenoisy world, to go to the forest seclusion.…
Last night in the garden I offered you my youth's foaming wine. Youlifted the cup to your lips, you shut…
I would ask for still more, if I had the sky with all its stars,and the world with its endless…
Things throng and laugh loud in the sky; the sands and dust danceand whirl like children. Man's mind is aroused…
In the beginning of time, there rose from the churning of God'sdream two women. One is the dancer at the…
She is near to my heart as the meadow-flower to the earth; she issweet to me as sleep is to…