Portrait

 (For S.
 A.
)TO write one book in five years
or five books in one year,
to be the painter and the thing painted,
… where are we, bo?

Wait—get his number.

The barber shop handling is here
and the tweeds, the cheviot, the Scotch Mist,
and the flame orange scarf.


Yet there is more—he sleeps under bridges
with lonely crazy men; he sits in country
jails with bootleggers; he adopts the children
of broken-down burlesque actresses; he has
cried a heart of tears for Windy MacPherson’s
father; he pencils wrists of lonely women.


Can a man sit at a desk in a skyscraper in Chicago
and be a harnessmaker in a corn town in Iowa
and feel the tall grass coming up in June
and the ache of the cottonwood trees
singing with the prairie wind?

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