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What horror to awake at night and in the dimness see the light. Time is white mosquitoes bite I’ve spent my life on nothing.
The wild and wavy event now chintz at the window was revolution . . . Adams to Miss Abigail Smith:
Mr. Van Ess bought 14 washcloths? Fourteen washrags, Ed Van Ess? Must be going to give em to the church, I guess. He drinks, you know. The day we m…
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
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…
And the place was water Fish fowl flood
The chemist creates the brazen approximation: Life Thy will be done
Well, spring overflows the land, floods floor, pump, wash machine of the woman moored to this low sh… Goodbye to lilacs by the door and all I planted for the eye.
Ten thousand women and I the only one in boots Life’s dance:
Feign a great calm; all gay transport soon ends. Chant: who knows— flight’s end or flight’s beginning for the resting gull?
Old Mother turns blue and from us… “Don’t let my head drop to the ear… I’m blind and deaf.” Death from t… a thimble in her purse. “It’s a long day since last night.
My friend tree I sawed you down but I must attend an older friend the sun
He lived—childhood summers thru bare feet then years of money’s lack and heat beside the river—out of flood
I rose from marsh mud, algae, equisetum, willows, sweet green, noisy birds and frogs to see her wed in the rich