Only when you are a robber baron
who busts unions, makes millions, trades
all that filthy lucre for the luminous
canvases of the Old Masters, then
dies, leaving your mansion to be
their museum—only when you’re
that shameless can you set
such a stipulation: no kids allowed.
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Melissa Balmain Within these golden walls, this honey scent, / no anxious question makes my head go numb, / no frantic, topsy-turvy argument.
Alan Shapiro So much of once / and now and soon / is or will soon be / caught here. . .
David Wagoner Grand Central bustled at one end of it / and Chicago’s Union Station roared at the other. . .
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