Lorine Niedecker

The wild and wavy event
now chintz at the window

was revolution . . .

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.

How are the children?
If in danger run to the woods.

Evergreen o evergreen
how faithful are your branches

spoken = Shelley Lynn Johnson