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                                And why?
    The street's bare-legged young girls
           in my eye
    with their bottoms out (at home they wear
                                       long robes).
                              My galoshes
                          chopped the cold
    till cards in The Moon where I sawed my mouth
                                       to make the bid.
    And now my stove's too empty
            to be wife and kid.
     

     
    Remember my little granite pail?
    The handle of it was blue.
    Think what's got away in my life—
    Was enough to carry me thru.
     

     
    A lawnmower's one of the babies I'd have
    if they'd give me a job and I didn't get bombed
    in the high grass
    by the private woods. Getting so
    when I look off my space I see waste
    I'd like to mow.
     

     
    My man says the wind blows from the south,
          we go out fishing, he has no luck,
          I catch a dozen, that burns him up,
    I face the east and the wind's in my mouth,
    but my man has to have it in the south.
     

     
    Du Bay
    He kept a grog shop, this fur trader killer?
    Defense: Any fur trader would
    to make merchandise go. Moses Strong:
    Inquire if the liquor was good.
    He called Chief Oshkosh's daughter his wife?
    Irrelevant!—John B. Du Bay
    shot a man for claiming his land, enough
    the possession of real estate.
    Witnesses judged him as good as the average
    for humanity, honesty, peace.
    The court sent him home to his children,
    his dogs, his gun, and his geese.
     

     
    I'm a sharecropper
    down here in the south.
    Housing conditions are grave.
    We've a few long houses
    but most folks, like me,
    make a home out of barrel and stave.
     

     
    Here it gives the laws for fishing thru the ice—
    only one hook to a line,
    stay at the hole, can't go in to warm up,
    well, we never go fishing, so they can't catch us.
     

     
    On Columbus Day he set out for the north
    to inspect his forty acres,
    brought back a plaster of Paris deer-head
    and food from the grocers and bakers,
    a wall-thermometer to tell if he's cold,
    a new kind of paring knife,
    and painted in red, a bluebottle gentian
    for the queen, his wife.
     

     
    Black Hawk held: In reason
    land cannot be sold,
    only things to be carried away,
    and I am old.
    Young Lincoln's general moved,
    pawpaw in bloom,
    and to this day, Black Hawk,
    reason has small room.
     

     
    We know him—Law and Order League—
    fishing from our dock,
    testified against the pickets
    at the plant—owns stock.
    There he sits and fishes
    stiff as if a stork
    brought him, never sprang from work—
    a sport.
     

     
    The clothesline post is set
    yet no totem-carvings distinguish the Niedecker tribe
    from the rest; every seventh day they wash:
    worship sun; fear rain, their neighbors' eyes;
    raise their hands from ground to sky,
    and hang or fall by the whiteness of their all.
     

     
    I said to my head, Write something.
    It looked me dead in the face.
    Look around, dear head, you've never read
    of the ground that takes you away.
    Speed up, speed up, the frosted windshield's
                              a fern spray.
     

     
    Grampa's got his old age pension,
    $15 a month,
    his own food and place.
    But here he comes,
    fiddle and spitbox…
    Tho't I'd stop with you a little,
    Harriut,
    you kin have all I got.
     

     
    There's a better shine
    on the pendulum
    than is on my hair
    and many times
           ..    ..
    I've seen it there.
     

     
    The museum man!
    I wish he'd taken Pa's spitbox!
    I'm going to take that spitbox out
    and bury it in the ground
    and put a stone on top.
    Because without that stone on top
    it would come back.
     

     
    That woman!—eyeing houses.
    She's moved in on my own poor guy.
             She held his hand and told him where to sign.
    He gives up costs on his tree-covered