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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 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.
I rose from marsh mud, algae, equisetum, willows, sweet green, noisy birds and frogs to see her wed in the rich
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:
My mother saw the green tree toad on the window sill her first one since she was young. We saw it breathe
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…
Grandfather advised me: Learn a trade I learned to sit at desk
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
Nothing worth noting except an Andromeda with quadrangular shoots— the boots of the people
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…
I married in the world’s black night for warmth if not repose. At the close—
My wife is ill! And I sit waiting for a quorum Fast ride
