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

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

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

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

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

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

And the place was water Fish fowl flood

I rose from marsh mud, algae, equisetum, willows, sweet green, noisy birds and frogs to see her wed in the rich

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

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…

My wife is ill! And I sit waiting for a quorum Fast ride

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

Ten thousand women and I the only one in boots Life’s dance: