Ten thousand women and I the only one in boots Life’s dance:

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

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…

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 wife is ill! And I sit waiting for a quorum Fast ride

I married in the world’s black night for warmth if not repose. At the close—

My friend tree I sawed you down but I must attend an older friend the sun

And the place was water Fish fowl flood

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

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

Nothing worth noting except an Andromeda with quadrangular shoots— the boots of the people

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