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74 The Boy with the Rabbit I thought of life our wanton hands had spilled Throughout the years—arena, bull-ring, whipped Slaves in their dungeons, Negroes caught and. shipped In roaring hells,...
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268 THE COMMONWEAL July 1, 1938 grinders; stoves and sacks of cement to be ruined in the rain; sinks, bowls and paper towels, but no houses or medical attention. Measles and scarlatina broke out,...
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The Path In the crowded city street Suddenly before my feet A path will open, run Bright as a beck in sun. In the dark serried wood Of the mind's solitude That path will suddenly spring Full of...
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The Star Why do we doubt the star Balanced with awesome wing Over the sleeping Child, Whose whiteness has no scar? For twenty centuries now We have dreamed about this thingOf nation moving...
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555 Reciprocal This marvellous I that cats and sleeps, transmuting The miracle bread to more miraculous brain; Which in its myriad chambers convoluting Can house the seas of space, then brim...
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The Mirror I never feel the dear security Of home so much as when the wind's a sea And rains are lances driving work indoors. As my thoughts pause in the long streaming roars, With a bold...
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Loss and Gain Cast down your crown, O tree, Your banners of gold let flee; Stripped clean of robe and stole, Take the clean wind into your soul. Your boughs, unsmothered wires, Shall sparkle like a...
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Immaterial What do they matter out under the open sky, The sorrows we plumbed, the glooms we anchored by, And the little house whose walls were hemming fears? Let the shining hands of the wind...
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560 THE COMMONWEAL October 13 , I933 still entangled in the chrysalis of past centuries; a state of affairs nurtured by our elder architects who are chary of recognition for the modern...
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655 Grass Softer than wool, yet stronger than iron, is the sinewy grass; Upon its anvils pound in vain the noons of molten brass. In the seven-times heated furnace, where the rock is a...
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520 THE COMMONWEAL March 9, 1932 The Golden Mean Our noblest doing is a field of corn, Our dirtiest thinking is a slum new-born; Even the varying heavens must feel it strange That mortal...
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The Boy with the Rabbit
(May 1943)
