Farmers in overalls and wide-brimmed straw hats lounge about the store on hot summer days, when the most common sound is the thump...-thump-thump of a hound's leg on the floor as he scratches contentedly. Oldtime hunters say that fleas are a hound's salvation: his constant twisting and clawing in pursuit of the tormentors keeps his joints supple.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Once, when dust rolled up from the road and the fields were high with heavy-handled wheat and the leaves of every tree were gray a...nd curledup and hung head down, I went in the meadow with an old broom like a gun, where the dandelions had begun to seed and the low ground was cracked, and I flushed grasshoppers from the goldenrod in whirring clouds like quail and shot them down. I smelled wheat in the warm wind and every weed. I tasted dust in my mouth.... I hunted Horse Simon in the shade of a tree. I rode the broom over the brown meadow grass and with a fist like pistol butt and trigger shot the Indian on Horse Simon down.... My horse had a golden tail. Dust rolled up behind. He was on the tractor in a broad-brimmed hat. With a fist like a pistol butt and trigger, going fast, I shot him down.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Is it possible, after all, that spite of bricks and shaven faces, this world we live in is brimmed with wonders, and I and all man...kind, beneath our garbs of common-placeness, conceal enigmas that the stars themselves, and perhaps the highest seraphim can not resolve?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Midnight has come and the great Christ Church bell And many a lesser bell sound through the room;... And it is All Souls' Night. And two long glasses brimmed with muscatel Bubble upon the table. A ghost may come; For it is a ghost's right....LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
O what to me the little room That was brimmed up with prayer and rest;... He bade me out into the gloom, And my breast lies upon his breast.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »