My days are haunted by the thought Of men in coils of Justice caught With stone and steel, in chain and… Of men condemned to living hell,— Yet blame them not.
This is the yarn he told me As we sat in Casey’s Bar, That Rooshun mug who scammed from… In the Land of the Crimson Star; That Soviet guy with the single e…
To have a business of my own With toil and tears, I wore my fingers to the bone For weary years. With stoic heart, for sordid gold
The man above was a murderer, the… And I lay there in the bunk betwe… A weary armful of skin and bone, w… My feet were froze, and the lifele… The little flesh that clung to my…
Do you recall that happy bike With bundles on our backs? How near to heaven it was like To blissfully relax! In cosy tavern of good cheer
In city shop a hat I saw That to my fancy seemed to strike, I gave my wage to buy the straw, And make myself a one the like. I wore it to the village fair;
Humping it here in the dug—out, Sucking me black dudeen, I’d like to say in a general way, There’s nothing like Nickyteen; There’s nothing like Nickyteen, m…
I sought the trails of South and… I wandered East and West; But pride and passion drove me for… And would not let me rest. And still I seek, as still I roam…
Mary and I were twenty—two When we were wed; A well—matched pair, right smart t… The town’s folk said. For twenty years I have been true
From out her shabby rain—coat pock… The little Jew girl in the train Produced a dinted silver locket With pasted in it portraits twain. “These are my parents, sir” she sa…
Pines against the sky, Pluming the purple hill; Pines . . . and I wonder why, Heart, you quicken and thrill? Wistful heart of a boy,
My worldly wealth I hoard in albu… My life collection of rare postage… My room is cold and bare as you ca… My coat is old and shabby as a tra… Yet more to me than balances in ba…
My Father Christmas passed away When I was barely seven. At twenty—one, alack—a—day, I lost my hope of heaven. Yet not in either lies the curse:
We have no heart for civil strife, Our burdens we prefer to bear; We long to live a peaceful life And claim of happiness our share. If only to be clothed and fed
Selecting in the dining—room The silver of his choice, The burglar heard from chamber glo… A female voice. As cold and bitter as a toad,