Poems by Maxwell Bodenheim

Poems by Maxwell Bodenheim

Pronounced Fantasy, by Maxwell Bodenheim

A negro girl with skin
As black as a psychic threat,
And plentiful swells of blonde hair,

Rattlesnake Mountain Dialogue, by Maxwell Bodenheim

Every night the sky grips my shoulder, in pain.
The cows upon my slope

Rattlesnake Mountain Fable I, by Maxwell Bodenheim

Rounded to a wide eyed clownishness
Crowned by the shifting bravado
Of his long, brown ears,

Rattlesnake Mountain Fable II, by Maxwell Bodenheim

August sauntered down the mountain-side,
Dropping mottled, turbid wraiths of decay.
The air w...

Rear Porches of an Apartment Building, by Maxwell Bodenheim

A sky that has never known sun, moon, or stars,
A sky that is like a dead, kind face
Would ...

The Scrub-Woman, by Maxwell Bodenheim

I Time has placed his careful insult
Upon your body.
In other ages Time gave rags
To hags wit...

Seaweed from Mars, by Maxwell Bodenheim

I "Have you ever played a violin
Larger than ten thousand stars
And warmer than what you call ...

Sedate and Archaic, a Twilight-Frilled Haze, by Maxwell Bodenheim

Sedate and archaic, a twilight-frilled haze
Walks over the meadows like rolled-out centuries

Simple Account of a Poet's Life, by Maxwell Bodenheim

In 1892
When literature and art in America
Presented a mildewed but decorous mien,
He was bor...

Smiles, by Maxwell Bodenheim

Smiles are the words beyond the words
That thoughts abandon helplessly.
Upon this nervous shop-...

Soldiers, by Maxwell Bodenheim

The smile of one face is like a fierce mermaid
Floating dead in a little pale-brown pond.
The l...

Sometimes Jaded, Sometimes Tranquil, by Maxwell Bodenheim

Sometimes jaded, sometimes tranquil,
Your eyes invade the tumult of your face.
Your lips are ...

South State Street: Chicago, by Maxwell Bodenheim

I Rows of blankly box-like buildings
Raise their sodden architecture
Into the poised lyric of ...

Steel-Mills: South Chicago, by Maxwell Bodenheim

I This red hush toppling over the sky,
Wanders one step toward the stars
And dies in a questi...

Summer Evening: New York Subway-Station, by Maxwell Bodenheim

Perspiring violence derides
The pathetic collapse of dirt.
An effervescence of noises
Depends ...