HUNTINGTON sleeps in a house six feet long.

Now he goes on a long sleep.The wind he listened to in the cornsilk and the tassels, the wind that combed his red beard zero mornings when the snow lay white on the yellow ears in the bushel basket at the corncrib,The same wind will now blow over the place here where his hands must…

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 in the night and the moon I have seen a thing this city gave me nothing of in the day and the sun.The float of the dome in the day and the sun is one thing.The float of the dome in the night and the moon is another thing.In the night and the moon…

The tan of the sun will be on your skin,The purr of the breeze in your murmuring speech,You will pose with a hill-flower grace.You will come, with your slim, expressive arms,A poise of the head no sculptor has caughtAnd nuances spoken with shoulder and neck,Your face in a pass-and-repass of moodsAs many as skies in…

Purrs the motor-callOf the man-birdReady with the death-laughterIn his throatAnd in his heart alwaysThe love of the big blue beyond.Only a man,A far fleck of shadow on the eastSitting at easeWith his hands on a wheelAnd around him the large gray wings.Hold him, great soft wings,Keep and deal kindly, O wings,With the cool, calm shadow…

The Romans wore glad rags and told their neighbors, ‘What of it? ‘The Carlovingians hauling logs on carts, they tooStuck their noses in the air and stuck their thumbs to their nosesAnd tasted life as a symphonic dream of fresh eggs broken over a frying pan left by an uncle who killed men with spears…