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Riddle: I'm the first thing you see in the morning and the last thing you see at night, I'm always there but you choose to ignore me, cross your eyes..

Riddle: What's something that's easy to see but hard to look at?Answer: The sun.

Riddle: What's light during the day but heavy during the night?Answer: Eyelids.

New-mown hay smell and wind of the plain made hera woman whose ribs had the power of the hills inthem and her hands were tough for work and therewas..

She loves blood-red poppies for a garden to walk in.In a loose white gown she walksand a new child tugs at cords in her body.Her head to the west at..

Out of the fireCame a man sunkenTo less than cinders,A tea-cup of ashes or so.And I,The gold in the house,Writhed into a stiff pool.

I. CHICKENSI am The Great White Way of the city:When you ask what is my desire, I answer:"Girls fresh as country wild flowers,With young faces tired..

PEA pods cling to stems.Neponset, the village,Clings to the Burlington railway main line.Terrible midnight limiteds roar throughHauling sleepers to..

After the last red sunset glimmer,Black on the line of a low hill rise,Formed into moving shadows, I sawA plowboy and two horses lined against the..

'I KNEW a real man once,' says Agatha in the splendor of a shagbark hickorytree.Did a man touch his lips to Agatha? Did a man hold her in his arms?..

ROSES and goldFor you today,And the flash of flying flags.I will haveAshes,Dust in my hair,Crushes of hoofs.Your nameFills the mouthOf rich man and..

THE FLUTTER of blue pigeon's wingsUnder a river bridgeHunting a clean dry arch,A corner for a sleepThis flutters here in a woman's hand.A singing..

Sunday night and the park policemen tell each other itis dark as a stack of black cats on Lake Michigan.A big picnic boat comes home to Chicago from..

THE TELESCOPE picks off star duston the clean steel sky and sends it to me.The telephone picks off my voice andsends it cross country a thousand..

Musings of a Police Reporter in the Identification BureauYou have loved forty women, but you have only one thumb.You have led a hundred secret lives..

I TELL them where the wind comes from,Where the music goes when the fiddle is in the box.Kids-I saw one with a proud chin, a sleepyhead,And the..

I painted on the roof of a skyscraper.I painted a long while and called it a day's work.The people on the corner swarmed and the traffic cop's..

I have been in Pennsylvania,In the Monongahela and Hocking Valleys.In the blue SusquehannaOn a Saturday morningI saw a mounted constabulary go by,I..

telling where the wind comes fromopen a story.Pencilstelling where the wind goesend a story.These eager pencilscome to a stop.. only.. when the stars..

Open the door now.Go roll up the collar of your coatTo walk in the changing scarf of mist.Tell your sins here to the pearl fogAnd know for once a..

WHAT cry of peach blossomslet loose on the air todayI heard with my face thrownin the pink-white of it all?in the red whisper of it all?What man I..

NOTHING else in this song-only your face.Nothing else here-only your drinking, night-gray eyes.The pier runs into the lake straight as a rifle..

Passers-by,Out of your many facesFlash memories to meNow at the day endAway from the sidewalksWhere your shoe soles traveledAnd your voices rose and..

THE WEST window is a panel of marching onions.Five new lilacs nod to the wind and fence boards.The rain dry fence boards, the stained knot holes..

Take a hold nowOn the silver handles here,Six silver handles,One for each of his old pals.Take holdAnd lift him down the stairs,Put him on the..