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 »
They felt the rush of the sap in the spring, they knew the wave which cannot halt, but every year throws forward the seed to beget...ting, and, falling back, leaves the unborn on the earth. They knew the intercourse between heaven and earth.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I care not by what measure you end the war. If you allow one single germ, one single seed of slavery to remain in the soil of Amer...ica, whatever may be your object, depend upon it, as true as effect follows cause, that germ will spring up, that noxious weed will thrive, and again stifle the growth, wither the leaves, blast the flowers, and poison the fair fruits of freedom. Slavery and freedom cannot exist together.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Leaves and bark, leaves and bark, To lean against and hear in the dark.... Petals I may have once pursued. Leaves are all my darker mood.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Slave to a springtime passion for the earth. How Love burns through the Putting in the Seed... On through the watching for that early birth When, just as the soil tarnishes with weed, The sturdy seedling with arched body comes Shouldering its way and shedding the earth crumbs.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Yes. It's May 20th and the leaves,... green, green, wearing their masks and speaking, calling out their Sapphic loves, are here--here--here-- calling out their death wish: "A Annenne, come to us."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »