For the tourist's brown pennies scattered at the old church door, the ragged papooses jump, and bite the dust.

This is a grassy ghetto, and no home.

And my tears, too, have stained this heirloomed ground, When reading in these treatises some weird Miracle, I turned a leaf and found A white hair fallen from …

Where are the braves, the faces like autumn fruit, who stared at the child from the coloured frontispiece?

Where do people get off saying the Beatles should give $200,000,000 to South America? You know, America has poured billions into places like that. It doesn't m…

A Jewish beggar is not impossible, perhaps; such a thing may exist, but there are few men that can say they have seen that spectacle.

In the middle classes the gifted son of a family is always the poorest-usually a writer or artist with no sense for speculation-and in a family of peasants, wh…