#Americans #Objectivist #Women
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
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…
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.
Nothing worth noting except an Andromeda with quadrangular shoots— the boots of the people
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…
He lived—childhood summers thru bare feet then years of money’s lack and heat beside the river—out of flood
Grandfather advised me: Learn a trade I learned to sit at desk
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.
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.
The chemist creates the brazen approximation: Life Thy will be done
I married in the world’s black night for warmth if not repose. At the close—
Ten thousand women and I the only one in boots Life’s dance:
