#Americans #Objectivist #Women
My friend tree I sawed you down but I must attend an older friend the sun
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.
My mother saw the green tree toad on the window sill her first one since she was young. We saw it breathe
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
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
Grandfather advised me: Learn a trade I learned to sit at desk
You are my friend— you bring me peaches and the high bush cranberry you carry my fishpole
The chemist creates the brazen approximation: Life Thy will be done
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…
The wild and wavy event now chintz at the window was revolution . . . Adams to Miss Abigail Smith:
My wife is ill! And I sit waiting for a quorum Fast ride
Feign a great calm; all gay transport soon ends. Chant: who knows— flight’s end or flight’s beginning for the resting gull?