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Chicago Poems
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[dedication]
PREFATORY NOTE
CONTENTS
CHICAGO POEMS
CHICAGO
SKETCH
MASSES
LOST
THE HARBOR
THEY WILL SAY
MILL-DOORS
HALSTED STREET CAR
CLARK STREET BRIDGE
PASSERS-BY
THE WALKING MAN OF RODIN
SUBWAY
THE SHOVEL MAN
A TEAMSTER'S FAREWELL
FISH CRIER
PICNIC BOAT
HAPPINESS
MUCKERS
BLACKLISTED
GRACELAND
CHILD OF THE ROMANS
THE RIGHT TO GRIEF
MAG
ONION DAYS
POPULATION DRIFTS
CRIPPLE
A FENCE
ANNA IMROTH
WORKING GIRLS
MAMIE
PERSONALITY
CUMULATIVES
TO CERTAIN JOURNEYMEN
CHAMFORT
LIMITED
THE HAS-BEEN
IN A BACK ALLEY
A COIN
DYNAMITER
ICE HANDLER
JACK
FELLOW CITIZENS
NIGGER
TWO NEIGHBORS
STYLE
TO BEACHEY, 1912
UNDER A HAT RIM
IN A BREATH
BATH
BRONZES
DUNES
ON THE WAY
READY TO KILL
TO A CONTEMPORARY BUNKSHOOTER
SKYSCRAPER
HANDFULS
FOG
POOL
JAN KUBELIK
CHOOSE
CRIMSON
WHITELIGHT
FLUX
KIN
WHITE SHOULDERS
LOSSES
TROTHS
WAR POEMS (1914-1915)
KILLERS
AMONG THE RED GUNS
IRON
MURMURINGS IN A FIELD HOSPITAL
STATISTICS
FIGHT
BUTTONS
AND THEY OBEY
JAWS
SALVAGE
WARS
THE ROAD AND THE END
THE ROAD AND THE END
CHOICES
GRAVES
AZTEC MASK
MOMUS
THE ANSWER
TO A DEAD MAN
UNDER
A SPHINX
WHO AM I?
OUR PRAYER OF THANKS
FOGS AND FIRES
AT A WINDOW
UNDER THE HARVEST MOON
THE GREAT HUNT
MONOTONE
JOY
SHIRT
AZTEC
TWO
BACK YARD
ON THE BREAKWATER
MASK
PEARL FOG
I SANG
FOLLIES
JUNE
NOCTURNE IN A DESERTED BRICKYARD
HYDRANGEAS
THEME IN YELLOW
BETWEEN TWO HILLS
LAST ANSWERS
WINDOW
YOUNG SEA
BONES
PALS
CHILD
POPPIES
CHILD MOON
MARGARET
SHADOWS
POEMS DONE ON A LATE NIGHT CAR
IT IS MUCH
TRAFFICKER
HARRISON STREET COURT
SOILED DOVE
JUNGHEIMER'S
GONE
OTHER DAYS (1900-1910)
DREAMS IN THE DUSK
DOCKS
ALL DAY LONG
WAITING
FROM THE SHORE
UPLANDS IN MAY
DREAM GIRL
PLOWBOY
BROADWAY
OLD WOMAN
NOON HOUR
'BOES
UNDER A TELEPHONE POLE
I AM THE PEOPLE, THE MOB
GOVERNMENT
LANGUAGES
LETTERS TO DEAD IMAGISTS
SHEEP
THE RED SON
THE MIST
THE JUNK MAN
SILVER NAILS
GYPSY
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LOST
DESOLATE and lone
All night long on the lake
Where fog trails and mist creeps,
The whistle of a boat
Calls and cries unendingly,
Like some lost child
In tears and trouble
Hunting the harbor's breast
And the harbor's eyes.
Chicago Poems