My People

Dream-singers, Story-tellers, Dancers, Loud laughers in the hands of Fate—            My People. Dish-washers, Elevator-boys, Ladies’ maids, Crap-shooters, Cooks, Waiters, Jazzers, Nurses of babies, Loaders of ships, Porters, Hairdressers, Comedians in vaudeville And band-men in circuses— Dream-singers all, Story-tellers all. Dancers— God! What dancers! Singers— God! What singers! Singers and dancers, Dancers and laughers. Laughers? Yes,Continue reading “My People”

I Am!

I am—yet what I am none cares or knows;  My friends forsake me like a memory lost:  I am the self-consumer of my woes—  They rise and vanish in oblivious host,  Like shadows in love’s frenzied stifled throes  And yet I am, and live—like vapours tossed  Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,  Into theContinue reading “I Am!”


Out of the night that covers me,       Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be       For my unconquerable soul. * In the fell clutch of circumstance       I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance       My head is bloody, but unbowed. * Beyond this place ofContinue reading “Invictus”


When I was young, I used to Watch behind the curtains As men walked up and down the street. Wino men, old men. Young men sharp as mustard. See them. Men are always Going somewhere. They knew I was there. Fifteen Years old and starving for them. Under my window, they would pause, Their shouldersContinue reading “Men♂”