She blinked her eyes at the few remaining ones, saying

to herself,
'My fish ain't rotten. My fish ain't rotten. It's good

fish."



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THE EARLY SWIM

The cold water on the naked form;

The sharp touch like an electric shock tingling the blood;

The rush of water by the ears, the swift strokes ahead,

the blood surging to the skin;
The loud calls from the shore;

Wet hair, stinging eyes

Oh, the first swim of the year early in May !



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THE GRAVE

I

i Here, low mound, I toss you a flower

Fragrant with the touch of God's lips.
» I have plucked it from the roadside.
The stars flood the sky ere I go. upoii my way

Through the dusk like a shadow

Holding the memory of that flower



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THE RAILROAD ATTORNEYS

The men sat about the room chatting in a cloud of smoke,

DitcuBsing coldly the case of a woman killed by a car.
I listened.
So these were the lawyers of the company,

Slim men behind glaring, black-rinuned glasses.
They were seeking some loophole by which they could

cheat
The family of the indemnity.
And somehow as I got up to leave

I felt half ashamed at being there

To be rich and influential

One must do so many dirty things.
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CAMP FIRES OF THE CITY

The women of the city are as a host of fires in the dark.
We are in doubt as to whom to turn to for warmth and
light.
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THE STREET

Dusty and noisy, gray with a stream of life.
At the far end a loophole of light leading into the sky.
A patch of deep blue as though seen through the end of
a tunnel.
