#Americans #Objectivist #Women #ArsPoetica
The chemist creates the brazen approximation: Life Thy will be done
Feign a great calm; all gay transport soon ends. Chant: who knows— flight’s end or flight’s beginning for the resting gull?
And the place was water Fish fowl flood
Nothing worth noting except an Andromeda with quadrangular shoots— the boots of the people
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.
My friend tree I sawed you down but I must attend an older friend the sun
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…
Ten thousand women and I the only one in boots Life’s dance:
I married in the world’s black night for warmth if not repose. At the close—
Popcorn—can cover screwed to the wall over a hole so the cold can’t mouse in
I rose from marsh mud, algae, equisetum, willows, sweet green, noisy birds and frogs to see her wed in the rich
You are my friend— you bring me peaches and the high bush cranberry you carry my fishpole
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
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.