TAWDERY! — faddery! Feathers and fuss!
Mummery! — flummery! Wusser and wuss!
All o' Humanity — Vanity Fair! —
Heaven for nothin', and — nobody there!

The Trestle and the Buck-Saw
Went out a-walking once,
And stayed away and stayed away
For days and weeks and months:
And when they got back home again,
Of all that had occurred,
The neighbors said the gossips said
They never said a word.

What a wonderful bird the frog are--
When he stand he sit almost;
When he hop, he fly almost.
He ain't got no sense hardly;
He ain't got no tail hardly either.
When he sit, he sit on what he ain't got almost.

O WHAT did the little boy do
'At nobody wanted him to?
Didn't do nothin' but romp an' run,
An' whoop an' holler an' bang his gun
An' bu'st fire-crackers, an' ist have fun —
An' 'at's all the little boy done!

Love
Is a brown man's fist
With hard knuckles
Crushing the lips,
Blackening the eyes, —
Hit me again,
Says Clorinda.

Wha lies here?
I, Johnny Doo.
Hoo, Johnny, is that you?
Ay, man, but a'm dead noo.

Westward the field of the cloth of gold.
It is fall — see the gold in the dust of the fields.
Lay the golden cloth upon me. It is night and I come through the streets to your window.
The dust and the words are all gone, brushed away. Let me sleep,

Workers fly back and forth like piston-rods
And clerks like clocks strike eight or nine or ten:
Say, you who know when men will be like gods,
In what wild future men will be like men.

The western wind has blown but a few days;
Yet the first leaf already flies from the bough
On the drying paths I walk in my thin shoes;
In the first cold I have donned my quilted coat.
Through shallow ditches the floods are clearing away;
Through sparse bamboos trickles a slanting light
In the early dusk, down an alley of green moss,
The garden-boy is leading the cranes home.

We say and we say and we say,
We promise, engage and declare,
Till a year from to-morrow is yesterday,
And yesterday is—Where?