I had seen flowers come in stony places
And kind things done by men with ugly faces,
And the gold cup won by the worst horse at the races,
Ao I trust, too.
by Joseph AuslanderMachines and men frothing in a black bowl
At the crossroads of the world, and the howl
Of men and machines struck at my face like a claw,
And there was a nauseous rending of wood and steel—
and a ...