It Is Much

Women of night life amid the lights
 Where the line of your full, round throats
 Matches in gleam the glint of your eyes
 And the ring of your heart-deep laughter:
   It is much to be warm and sure of to-morrow.

 Women of night life along the shadows,
 Lean at your throats and skulking the walls,
 Gaunt as a bitch worn to the bone,
 Under the paint of your smiling faces:
   It is much to be warm and sure of to-morrow.

Published in Chicago Poems

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