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XXII + (<div class="poem"> <p>Head-gears gaunt on grass-grown pit-banks, seams abandoned years ago; <br /> Drop a stone and listen for its splash in flooded dark below. </p> </div>)
Get there if you can and see the land you were once proud to own + (<div class="poem"> <p>Head-gears gaunt on grass-grown pit-banks, seams abandoned years ago; <br /> Drop a stone and listen for its splash in flooded dark below. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>Her admiration, the proximity of her fragrant slightness, was pleasant in the dusk, but he did not press her hand again, even when she whispered, "Good night, and thank you—oh, thank you." </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>Her father spoke for the first time since the Galahad of the tin bug had come: "How much do you think we ought to give this fellow?" </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>Her father spoke: "You're biting your lips. They'll bleed, if you don't look out. Better stop and rest. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>Her guest growled at her—the words coming through a slit at the corner of his rowdy mouth, "Sit still, or I'll run you over." </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>Her smile was warm and real. "No. I'm a fool. You told me to put on chains. I didn't. I deserve it." </p> </div>)
Knutsford Park Races + (<div class="poem"> <p>Hey! de flag is gone do'n, oh!<br /> Off at grips de harses go!<br /> Dainty's leadin' at a boun',<br /> Stirrup-cup is gainin' ground':<br /> Strainin', eager strainin' faces<br /> At de Knutsford Park big races. </p> </div>)
Florida Road Workers + (<div class="poem"> <p>Hey, Buddy! <br /> Look at me! </p> </div>)
Florida Road Workers + (<div class="poem"> <p>Hey, Buddy, look! <br /> I'm makin' a road! </p> </div>)
In a Breath + (<div class="poem"> <p>High noon. White sun flashes on the Michigan Avenue asphalt. Drum of hoofs and whirr of motors. Women trapsing along in flimsy clothes catching play of sun-fire to their skin and eyes. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>His rut-skipping car overtook the mud-walloping Gomez-Dep in an hour, and pulled it out of the mud. </p> </div>)
Westward Hoboes + (<div class="poem"> <p>His tone was so fatherly that I knew only gratitude for being saved from two months in a Texas dungeon. </p> </div>)
Westward Hoboes + (<div class="poem"> <p>His voice became indulgently reassuring. We felt we had done well to wait over a day, and trust to Southern chivalry. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>His voice was cordial; he was their old friend; faithful watcher of their progress. Claire found herself dimpling at him. </p> </div>)
Sung by the Choir + (<div class="poem"> <p>Holy, holy, holy, sang the choir,<br /> From singing holy seemed to never tire,<br /> We were told it was an anthem grand,<br /> Sung in churches through the land. </p> </div>)
Sung by the Choir + (<div class="poem"> <p>Holy, holy, on they sang,<br /> The church with holy, holy, rang,<br /> They kept right on to holy sing,<br /> We thought a change the proper thing. </p> </div>)
Get there if you can and see the land you were once proud to own + (<div class="poem"> <p>Hope and fear are neck and neck: which is it near the course’s end <br /> Crashes, having lost his nerve; is overtaken on the bend? </p> </div>)
XXII + (<div class="poem"> <p>Hope and fear are neck and neck: which is it near the course’s end <br /> Crashes, having lost his nerve; is overtaken on the bend? </p> </div>)
The Spirit of Transportation + (<div class="poem"> <p>I am the Spirit of Things that Are,<br /> Born of an urgent need,<br /> Of the Force that lies<br /> In a Man's surmise<br /> In a day ere the Age of Speed. </p> </div>)
The Spirit of Transportation + (<div class="poem"> <p>I am the Spirit of Things that Are,<br /> Born of an urgent need,<br /> Of the Force that lies<br /> In a Man's surmise<br /> In a day ere the Age of Speed. </p> </div>)
Quatrains + (<div class="poem"> <p>I answered Her: The choice is mine—ah, no!<br /> We all were made or marred long, long ago.<br /> The parts are written; hear the super wail:<br /> "Who is stage-managing this cosmic show?" </p> </div>)
A White Road + (<div class="poem"> <p>I breathe the imperishable breath,<br /> I trespass the bounds of death––<br /> For my heart knows all the way<br /> To the eternal day. </p> </div>)
Washington Square + (<div class="poem"> <p>I cannot go:<br /> I dream that behind a window one wakes, a woman:<br /> She is thinking of me. </p> </div>)
A White Road + (<div class="poem"> <p>I follow, I follow––I'll wend<br /> My way on this road to the end;<br /> Silence may keep to the sea,<br /> On land no light shines free. </p> </div>)

Westward Hoboes + (<div class="poem"> <p>I hope it choked him. </p> </div>)

Westward Hoboes + (<div class="poem"> <p>I laughed heartily, and with rapier speed replied, </p> </div>)
The Motor Road + (<div class="poem"> <p>I long for such a day to come once more,<br /> I wait the moment when I may depart;<br /> I part with romance at the city’s door.<br /> The open road’s a pleasure to the heart. </p> </div>)
XI (The Right of Way) + (<div class="poem"> <p>I saw a girl with one leg<br /> over the rail of a balcony </p> </div>)
The Spirit of Transportation + (<div class="poem"> <p>I was at hand when the primal herd<br /> Toiled o'er the heavy sledge,<br /> As they dragged their load<br /> To their cave abode<br /> By the rippling river's edge. </p> </div>)
Florida Road Workers + (<div class="poem"> <p>I'm makin' a road <br /> For the cars to fly by on, <br /> Makin' a road <br /> Through the palmetto thicket <br /> For light and civilization <br /> To travel on. </p> </div>)
Florida Road Workers + (<div class="poem"> <p>I'm makin' a road <br /> For the rich to sweep over <br /> In their big cars <br /> And leave me standin' here. </p> </div>)
Indignation and Jubilation + (<div class="poem"> <p>If all our officers were true<br /> And treated as the same as you,<br /> Our friend would then feel he were safer<br /> Where'er he'd go in a Studebaker. </p> </div>)
Interest Bearing Investments + (<div class="poem"> <p>If interest in your church has died,<br /> It doesn’t revive although you’ve tried,<br /> Just ask yourself and look within<br /> To see what you are putting in. </p> </div>)
The Value of Thrift + (<div class="poem"> <p>If some investments have not paid,<br /> From the savings you have made,<br /> The gift for thrift to you He gave,<br /> You cannot lose if still you save. </p> </div>)
The Mountains + (<div class="poem"> <p>If the mountains were never stationed there,<br /> We would not have the purified air,<br /> Nor would flowing rivers be sustained,<br /> If in the mountains it never rained. </p> </div>)
XXII + (<div class="poem"> <p>If we really want to live, we’d better start at once to try; <br /> If we don’t, it doesn’t matter, but we’d better start to die. </p> </div>)
Get there if you can and see the land you were once proud to own + (<div class="poem"> <p>If we really want to live, we’d better start at once to try; <br /> If we don’t, it doesn’t matter, but we’d better start to die. </p> </div>)
Days of Opportunity + (<div class="poem"> <p>If you are inclined to lament and say,<br /> There are no opportunities found today,<br /> With the rest of the world you're out of step,<br /> Your body and mind are short on pep. </p> </div>)
Interest Bearing Investments + (<div class="poem"> <p>If you have brothers in your lodge,<br /> You now quite often try to dodge,<br /> Then your interest’s growing slim,<br /> You must put in if you would win. </p> </div>)
Interest Bearing Investments + (<div class="poem"> <p>If your home is not going right,<br /> You stay out late most every night,<br /> You have no longer interest there,<br /> You’ve no investment worth the care. </p> </div>)
Westward Hoboes + (<div class="poem"> <p>In a flash he countered. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>In alarm she thought, "How long does it last? I can't keep this up. I--Oh!" </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>In discomfort of spirit and wetness of ankles Claire shuddered, "Oh dear, I don't believe he expects us to pay him. He seems like an awfully independent person. Maybe we'd offend him if we offered——" </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>In fact, Claire learned that there may be an almost tolerable state of existence without gardenias or the news about the latest Parisian imagists. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>In front of the Royal Palace, Pictures, 4 Great Acts Vaudeville 4, was browsing a small, beetle-like, tin-covered car. </p> </div>)
XI (The Right of Way) + (<div class="poem"> <p>In passing with my mind<br /> on nothing in the world </p> </div>)
On the Great Plateau + (<div class="poem"> <p>In the Santa Clara Valley, far away and far away, <br /> Cool-breathed waters dip and dally, linger towards another day—<br /> Far and far away—far away. </p> </div>)
Wars + (<div class="poem"> <p>In the o … <div class="poem"></br><p>In the old wars drum of hoofs and the beat of shod feet.<br /></br>In the new wars hum of motors and the tread of rubber tires.<br /></br>In the wars to come silent wheels and whirr of rods not yet dreamed out in the heads of men.</br></p></br></div>whirr of rods not yet dreamed out in the heads of men. </p> </div>)
Kisses by the Roadside + (<div class="poem"> <p>In the shadows of the trees above,<br /> Their kisses told us of their love,<br /> No bliss to either one was missing,<br /> They put it all into their kissing. </p> </div>)
Brown’s Descent or, the Willy-Nilly Slide + (<div class="poem"> <p>Incredulous of his own bad luck.<br /> And then becoming reconciled<br /> To everything, he gave it up<br /> And came down like a coasting child. </p> </div>)