Chicago Poems (Unabridged)

100 tales were released and one thousand rumored approximately why this tall darkish guy has divorced attractive younger ladies And married a 3rd who resembles the 1st they usually shake their heads and say, “There he goes,” while he passes by means of in sunny climate or in rain alongside town streets. To sure Journeymen Undertakers, hearse drivers, grave diggers, I converse to you as one now not terrified of your small business. You deal with dirt going to a protracted state, you recognize the key in the back of your activity is identical even if you decrease the coffin with sleek, automated equipment, well-oiled and noiseless, or even if the physique is laid in by way of bare arms after which coated through the shovels. Your day’s paintings is finished with laughter many days of the 12 months, and also you make cash by means of those that say good-by this day in skinny whispers. Chamfort There’s Chamfort. He’s a pattern. Locked himself in his library with a gun, Shot off his nostril and shot out his correct eye. And this Chamfort knew the way to write And millions learn his books on the right way to dwell, yet he himself didn’t understand find out how to die by way of strength of his personal hand — see? they discovered him a purple pool at the carpet Cool as an April forenoon, speaking and speaking homosexual maxims and grim epigrams. good, he wore bandages over his nostril and correct eye, Drank espresso and chatted decades With women and men who enjoyed him simply because he laughed and day-by-day dared dying: “Come and take me. ” restricted i'm using on a constrained show, one of many crack trains of the state. Hurtling around the prairie into blue haze and darkish air move fifteen all-steel coaches maintaining one thousand humans. (All the coaches might be scrap and rust and the entire women and men giggling within the diners and sleepers shall go to ashes. ) I ask a guy within the smoker the place he's going and he solutions: “Omaha. ” The Has-Been A stone face greater than six horses stood 5 thousand years staring at on the global seeming to seize a mystery. A boy passes and throws a niggerhead that chips off the top of the nostril from the stone face; he we could fly a dust ball that spatters the perfect eye and cheek of the outdated looker-on. The boy laughs and is going whistling “ee-ee-ee ee-ee-ee. ” The stone face stands silent, seeming to snatch a mystery. In a again Alley Remembrance for an excellent guy is that this. The newsies are pitching pennies. And at the copper disk is the man’s face. lifeless lover of boys, what do you ask for now? A Coin Your western heads right here solid on funds, you're the that fade away jointly, companions within the mist. Lunging buffalo shoulder, Lean Indian face, We who come after the place you're long past Salute your kinds at the new niekel. you're To us: The earlier. Runners at the prairie: Good-by. Dynamiter I sat with a dynamiter at supper in a German saloon consuming steak and onions. And he laughed and instructed tales of his spouse and youngsters and the reason for hard work and the operating type. It used to be laughter of an unshakable guy understanding existence to be a wealthy and red-blooded factor. definite, his snigger rang just like the name of grey birds choked with a glory of pleasure ramming their winged flight via a rain typhoon.