#AmericanWriters #Objectivist
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…
He lived—childhood summers thru bare feet then years of money’s lack and heat beside the river—out of flood
And the place was water Fish fowl flood
Feign a great calm; all gay transport soon ends. Chant: who knows— flight’s end or flight’s beginning for the resting gull?
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.
My friend tree I sawed you down but I must attend an older friend the sun
Grandfather advised me: Learn a trade I learned to sit at desk
I rose from marsh mud, algae, equisetum, willows, sweet green, noisy birds and frogs to see her wed in the rich
Nothing worth noting except an Andromeda with quadrangular shoots— the boots of the people
The wild and wavy event now chintz at the window was revolution . . . Adams to Miss Abigail Smith:
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.
You are my friend— you bring me peaches and the high bush cranberry you carry my fishpole
I married in the world’s black night for warmth if not repose. At the close—
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.
Popcorn—can cover screwed to the wall over a hole so the cold can’t mouse in