#AmericanWriters
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
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
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.
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:
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
He lived—childhood summers thru bare feet then years of money’s lack and heat beside the river—out of flood
I married in the world’s black night for warmth if not repose. At the close—
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.
The wild and wavy event now chintz at the window was revolution . . . Adams to Miss Abigail Smith:
I rose from marsh mud, algae, equisetum, willows, sweet green, noisy birds and frogs to see her wed in the rich
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