I married in the world’s black night for warmth if not repose. At the close—

He lived—childhood summers thru bare feet then years of money’s lack and heat beside the river—out of flood

In the great snowfall before the b… colored yule tree lights windows, the only glow for contemp… along this road I worked the print shop

You are my friend— you bring me peaches and the high bush cranberry you carry my fishpole

My friend tree I sawed you down but I must attend an older friend the sun

Popcorn—can cover screwed to the wall over a hole so the cold can’t mouse in

My mother saw the green tree toad on the window sill her first one since she was young. We saw it breathe

Grandfather advised me: Learn a trade I learned to sit at desk

And the place was water Fish fowl flood

The wild and wavy event now chintz at the window was revolution . . . Adams to Miss Abigail Smith:

Feign a great calm; all gay transport soon ends. Chant: who knows— flight’s end or flight’s beginning for the resting gull?

Keen and lovely man moved as in a… to be considerate in lighted, glas… almost outdoor office. Business wasn’t all he knew. He knew music,… Had a heart. “With eyes like your…

Nothing worth noting except an Andromeda with quadrangular shoots— the boots of the people