Night from a railroad car window
Is a great, dark, soft thing
Broken across with slashes of light.
Is a great, dark, soft thing
Broken across with slashes of light.

1878 - 1967/Male/AmericanA poet, writer, and editor known for his contemporary literature.
View profile & all 50 Poems / StoriesMy head knocks against the stars.My feet are on the hilltops.
I am the ******.Singer of songs,
I could love youas dry roots love rain.
Wilson and Pilcer and Snack stood before the zoo elephant. Wilson said, "What is its name? Is it from Asia or Africa? Who feedsit? Is it a he or a she? How old is it? Do they have twins? How much does
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, but you mark only