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…

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

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

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

And the place was water Fish fowl flood

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

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

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—

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

Grandfather advised me: Learn a trade I learned to sit at desk

The chemist creates the brazen approximation: Life Thy will be done

The wild and wavy event now chintz at the window was revolution . . . Adams to Miss Abigail Smith: