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Portraits

Portrait of Rich Old Lady
Nigger
The Maiden Mother
A Pious Woman
A Very Old Rose Jar
The Nixie
Old Ladies' Valhalla
Portraits of Poets I-III
Theodore Dreiser
Pieta

Brazil Through A Mist

The Ranch

Tropical Life
Twenty-four Hours
Rainy Season
Mail on the Ranch
The Vampire Bat
Conservatism
Little Pigs
The Silly Ewe
The Snake
The Years
Burning Mountains I-III
Tropical Winter
Talk on the Ranch

Les Malades des Pays Chauds

Pride of Race
Don Quixote Sojourns in Rio de Janeiro
Convent Musings
Guitarra
November

The Coming of Christ

The Death of Columbine

Duet
From a Man Dying on a Cross
Lagniappe
Hail Mary!
The Death of Columbine
Pierrot Laughs
The Transmigration of Caliban
Gundry
Viennese Waltz

Resurrection

Immortality
Autumn Night
Venus' Fly Trap
Suicide
Leaves I-IV
Allegro

MANHATTAN

THE UNPEOPLED CITY

MIDNIGHT WORSHIP: BROOKLYN BRIDGE

In the rain
Rows of street lamps are saints in bright garments
That flow long with the bend of knees.
They lift pale heads nimbussed with golden spikes.

Up the lanes of liquid onyx
Toward the high fire-laden altars
Move the saints of Manhattan
In endless pilgrimage to death,
Amidst the asphodel and anemones of dawn.

ASCENSION: AUTUMN DUSK IN CENTRAL PARK

Featureless people glide with dim motion through a quivering
blue silver;
Boats merge with the bronze-gold welters about their keels.
The trees float upward in gray and green flames.
Clouds, swans, boats, trees, all gliding up a hillside
After some gray old women who lift their gaunt forms
From falling shrouds of leaves.

Thin fingered twigs clutch darkly at nothing.
Crackling skeletons shine.
Along the smutted horizon of Fifth Avenue
The hooded houses watch heavily
With oily gold eyes.

STARTLED FORESTS: HUDSON RIVER

The thin hill pushes against the mist.
Its fading defiance sounds in the umber and red of autumn leaves.
Like a dead arm around a warm throat
Is the sagging embrace of the river
Laid grayly about the shore.

The train passes.
We emerge from a tunnel into a sky of thin blue morning glories
Where yellow lily bells tinkle down.
The paths run swiftly away under the lamp glow
Like green and blue lizards
Mottled with light.

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