...the window, Watch there the day-shapes of dusk And wait and know the coming Of a little love. LOST Desolate and lone All night long on the lake Where...Hunting the harbor's breast And the harbor's eyes. WHO AM I? My head knocks against the stars. My feet are on the hilltops. My finger-tips are in the...

...colors by the loving unflattering hand of an artist. Here are a few details : LOST Desolate and lone AH night long on the lake Where fog trails and mist creeps,...Hunting the harbor's breast And the harbor's eyes. USED UP Roses, Red roses, Crushed In the rain and wind Like mouths of women Beaten by the fists of...

...that transforms the commonplace into something of poignant charm, like the song of the nightingale: Desolate and lone All night long on the lake Where...Like some lost child In tears and trouble Hunting the harbour's breast And the harbour's eyes. He has a notable gift for effective poetic figures of speech;...

...In the low blue lustre Are the shadows of the ships. or, two pages further on, witness this : LOST Desolate and lone All night long on the lake Where...Hunting the harbor's breast And the harbor's eyes. Here we see what I think is Sandburg's finest artistic quality — the sharp and sympathetic gift of...

...Sandburg, it is a boat seeking the mouth of the river, in a fog, that appeals, and its sad-sounding whistle "Calls and cries unendingly, Like some lost child...Hunting the harbor's breast, And the harbor's eyes." Where the Kinzie house once stood, across the river from Fort Dearborn, a soap factory long ago arose...

...floor of the beach. Rocking on the crest In the low blue lustre Are the shadows of the ships. LOST Desolate and lone All night long on the lake Where...boat Calls and cries unendingly, Like some lost child Tn tears and trouble Hunting the harbor's breast And the harbor's eyes. JAN KUBELIK Your bow swept...

...floor of the beach. Rocking on the crest In the low blue lustre Are the shadows of the ships. LOST Desolate and lone All night long on the lake Where...boat Calls and cries unendingly, Like some lost child Tn tears and trouble Hunting the harbor's breast And the harbor's eyes. JAN KUBELIK Your bow swept...

...will live long after the "Hog Butcher of the World" is forgotten, is indubitable: Desolate and alone, All night long on the lake, Where fog trails and mist creeps, The whistle of the boat Calls and cries unendingly, Like some lost child In tears and trouble, Seeking the harbor's...

...forgiven; For all day long I see A silver door in heaven Lean open coaxingly. OLIVE TILFORD DAIIGAN LOST DESOLATE and lone All night long on the lake Where...Hunting the harbor's breast And the harbor's eyes. CARL SANDBURG THE PATIO I HAVE grown weary of the mesa's splendor, The golden desert and the wind-swept...

...and stars; innumerable, patient as the darkness of night—and all broken, humble ruins of nations. DESOLATE and lone All night long on the lake Where...Hunting the harbor's breast And the harbor's eyes. PASSING through huddled and ugly walls By doorways where women Looked from their hunger-deep eyes,...