Everybody loved Chick Lorimer in our town.

Because I was swallowed one time deep in the darkAnd came out alive after all.If I pass the burial spot of NeroI shall say to the wind, ‘Well, well!’-I who have fiddled in a world on fire,I who have done so many stunts not worth doing.I am looking for the grave of Sinbad too.I want…

And on the copper disk is the man’s face.Dead lover of boys, what do you ask for now?

And the people who sin the sins of Kalamazoo are neither scarlet nor crimson.They run to drabs and grays-and some of them sing they shall be washed whiter than snow-and some: We should worry.Yes, Kalamazoo is a spot on the mapAnd the passenger trains stop thereAnd the factory smokestacks smokeAnd the grocery stores are open…

And the mainsprings loosen.They will need winding.One of these daysthey will need winding.Rabelais in red boards,Walt Whitman in green,Hugo in ten-cent paper covers,Here they stand on shelvesIn the cool of the night timeAnd there is nothing . . . .To be said against them . . . .Or for them . . . .In the…

And murmured to a watchguard:‘Who goes there?’‘Twenty-one million men,Soldiers, armies, guns,Twenty-one millionAfoot, horseback,In the air,Under the sea.’And Napoleon turned to his sleep:‘It is not my world answering;It is some dreamer who knows notThe world I marched inFrom Calais to Moscow.’And he slept onIn the old sarcophagusWhile the aeroplanesDroned their motorsBetween Napoleon’s mausoleumAnd the cool night…

She went like a swine, because she called neither on me, her brother, nor on her father, before leaving for those forests.That is where she ought to live, with bears, not with men.She was something of an ape before and there, with her wild husband, she became altogether an ape.No honest person would have done…