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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…
The chemist creates the brazen approximation: Life Thy will be done
And the place was water Fish fowl flood
I married in the world’s black night for warmth if not repose. At the close—
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.
I rose from marsh mud, algae, equisetum, willows, sweet green, noisy birds and frogs to see her wed in the rich
The wild and wavy event now chintz at the window was revolution . . . Adams to Miss Abigail Smith:
Ten thousand women and I the only one in boots Life’s dance:
My friend tree I sawed you down but I must attend an older friend the sun
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
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 wife is ill! And I sit waiting for a quorum Fast ride
Nothing worth noting except an Andromeda with quadrangular shoots— the boots of the people