The wild and wavy event
now chintz at the window
was revolution…
Adams
to Miss Abigail Smith:
You have faults
You hang your head down
like a bulrush
you read, you write, you think
but I drink Madeira
to you
and you cross your Leggs
while sitting.
[Later:]
How are the children?
If in danger run to the woods.
Evergreen o evergreen
how faithful are your branches.
(Lorine Niedecker)
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