your wound darkens on your chest like a crow. they tell me you are a body anchored to the shore by its rusting blood.
also: a real purse in your hand is worth two metaphorical purses over your mouth. stealing, you like to mumble: a purse is a purse is a purse is a purse. the metaphor of "a woman's purse" escapes you. for you, body and money are the same as the chicken and the egg. that very night lying together in the dogs yard -flowers are biting my back!- you whisper: the longer i look on the coins of your nipples the clearer i see the Queen's profile. i stand on the border on heels like my sixth toes and show you where to park. (that city is so handsome for a reason- it was made out of your rib) it continues with my skidmarked by a dress body. His hands locked under him still retained magic, and Candlemas felt ice frost his rough smock and belly.Īlmost Home cookies, ice cream, a Pepperidge Farm frozen chocolate cake, and four cans of canned chocolate frosting to be eaten with a large spoon.īut: The Soul watches the ceaselessly changing universe and follows all the fate of all its works: this is its life, and it knows no respite from this care, but is ever labouring to bring about perfection, planning to lead all to an unending state of excellence-like a farmer, first sowing and planting and then constantly setting to rights where rainstorms and long frosts and high gales have played havoc.It begins with your face of a stone where lips repose like two seals in a coastal mist of cigarette smoke you move through the streets- listing them is as useless as naming waves. New England, cabbages are not secure from injury from frost with less than a foot of earth thrown over the heads.
I wanted to drive deep into the Atchafalaya Swamp, past the confines of reason, into the past, into a world of lost dialects, gator hunters, busthead whiskey, moss harvesters, Jax beer, trotline runners, moonshiners, muskrat trappers, cockfights, bloodred boudin, a jigger of Jim Beam lowered into a frosted schooner of draft, outlaw shrimpers, dirty rice black from the pot, hogmeat cooked in rum, Pearl and Regal and Grand Prize and Lone Star iced down in washtubs, crawfish boiled with cob corn and artichokes, all of it on the tree-flooded, alluvial rim of the world, where the tides and the course of the sun were the only measures of time. Without warning, the Vet turns aside and scrambles down a slope and along a faint trail through dead burrs, and stunted, hollow-stalked weeds brittle with the frost. In the high valleys ponds and bogholes smoked amidst the unmelted frost.Įven those who longed to see something of the world outside the valley could not really imagine a life without the seasonal rhythm of budbreak, berryset, ripening, harvest and frost. With a couple of bangs in the right place from Frost, it was eventually coaxed into place.Īpril 25, when the likelihood of frost had diminished, he had to plant his sugar beets the way a housewife plants radishes: he sowed the seed heavily along the whole length of his rows, using about twenty-four times as many seeds as he really needed.
There were also Vilmos, paramount of storm giants, Ottar, jarl of frost giants, and all the other Sons of Annam, the eternal monarchs born of Othea and destined to rule the races of giant-kind as long as Ostoria endured. In a good year with abundant water, the Anasazi harvest would be bountiful, unless there was an early frost. The doubtful condition of Lucknow, Benares, and Agra comes in the rear of all this to strike a frost into the heart, or would do so, again I say, if any other nation were concerned. There was not much but its head and shoulders showing above a bed of tall bracken burnt by frost, each brown fern tip adangle with a bright drop of collected fog.Ī row of diamond panes frosted in starlight were open, and the great aftercastle window showed a rippling moon dancing in the wake.
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