#Americans #Objectivist #Women #ArsPoetica
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
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.
I rose from marsh mud, algae, equisetum, willows, sweet green, noisy birds and frogs to see her wed in the rich
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.
He lived—childhood summers thru bare feet then years of money’s lack and heat beside the river—out of flood
My wife is ill! And I sit waiting for a quorum Fast ride
The chemist creates the brazen approximation: Life Thy will be done
Nothing worth noting except an Andromeda with quadrangular shoots— the boots of the people
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…
My friend tree I sawed you down but I must attend an older friend the sun
My mother saw the green tree toad on the window sill her first one since she was young. We saw it breathe
Popcorn—can cover screwed to the wall over a hole so the cold can’t mouse in
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—
The wild and wavy event now chintz at the window was revolution . . . Adams to Miss Abigail Smith:
