I blogged back in August 2013 on Moyshe-Leyb Halpern (1886-1932). He wrote about New York in the time of immigration, neon, the El and its noise and grit, poverty, ragtime, the heat of August sticking to the body at manual labor. An immigrant, Halpern contrasts the small Polish town and the Lower East Side with images as powerful as Pound's, and as brief. Here is “Tuesday,” – in a sweatshop.
[Will] the prince from Neverland / Come to that one, always dreaming? / And if she who dreams no longer/ Always clothed in yellow flowers, / Will sit there, her bright braid greying/ Hunched forever over sewing. Read More
[Will] the prince from Neverland / Come to that one, always dreaming? / And if she who dreams no longer/ Always clothed in yellow flowers, / Will sit there, her bright braid greying/ Hunched forever over sewing. Read More