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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
Feign a great calm; all gay transport soon ends. Chant: who knows— flight’s end or flight’s beginning for the resting gull?
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
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.
Nothing worth noting except an Andromeda with quadrangular shoots— the boots of the people
He lived—childhood summers thru bare feet then years of money’s lack and heat beside the river—out of flood
Ten thousand women and I the only one in boots Life’s dance:
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…
And the place was water Fish fowl flood
I married in the world’s black night for warmth if not repose. At the close—
You are my friend— you bring me peaches and the high bush cranberry you carry my fishpole
The wild and wavy event now chintz at the window was revolution . . . Adams to Miss Abigail Smith: