The Poor Man

Edward R. Williams was not listening. He was studying a tailor’s advertisement in the _Saturday Evening Post_ showing a group of high-colored, high-bosomed young men discussing...

I have sent my fires to cleanse Away men’s dreams, to devour men’s Poor dreams. When I saw my fires, my proud Fires lancing A low gold cloud I followed them, dancing. For there...

If you were careless ever; if ever a thing you missed In the forest—a serpent twist Of shadow, ensnaring the starlit way of a tree; If, at your wrist, The pulse rang never, neve...

Ah, fortunate, Ah, fortunate ... I can defy tomorrow’s law; Never tomorrow can say to me— _It passed you by. You did not see._ For I saw.... There was a star fell out of the nig...

Close akin my warriors are; From the humming bird that swings All a-quiver, like a star In a radiance of quick wings— —To the tiger mountains, stricken Into stillness by a break...

If love be a flower, Pluck not that flower, Though flowers be cool And dear to thy brow. Thou happy fool, Thou shalt travel not far, Thou shalt lie down with this Cold flower fo...

When your songs for me shall be songs that are finished, When voices shall have left me beyond my retrieving, When the key shall be turned and my broad world diminished, A dream...

I cannot bear this hour—I cannot bear it— I cannot watch its slow and tremulous dying. Shall I deny it—mocking my denying—? Or shall I weave a veil of words and wear it? Yet, ha...

Now I have nothing. Even the joy of loss— Even the dreams I had I now am losing. Only this thing I know; that you are using My heart as a stone to bear your foot across.... I am...