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The William E. Stafford Archives, Series 1, Sub-Series 1: Daily Writing Drafts, 1950-1993
Overview of the Collection
- Creator
- Stafford, William, 1914-1993
- Title
- The William E. Stafford Archives, Series 1, Sub-Series 1: Daily Writing Drafts
- Dates
- 1950-1993 (inclusive)19501993
- Quantity
- 35 boxes, (15 cubic feet)
- Collection Number
- OLPb103STA
- Summary
- William Stafford (1914-1993) was one of the most prolific and important American poets of the last half of the twentieth century. This subseries of the collection includes Stafford's daily handwritten creative writings drafts, as well as his typed intermediary drafts, many of which were revised to become documentary copies of poems. The Index to the entire Stafford Archives can be found at: http://nwda-db.wsulibs.wsu.edu/findaid/ark:/80444/xv83782
- Repository
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Lewis & Clark College, Special Collections and Archives
Aubrey R. Watzek Library
615 S. Palatine Hill Rd.
Portland, OR
97219
Telephone: 5037687758
Fax: 5037687282
archives@lclark.edu - Access Restrictions
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This collection has no restrictions and is open for research.
- Languages
- English
Biographical NoteReturn to Top
William Stafford (1914-1993) was one of the most prolific and important American poets of the last half of the twentieth century. Among his many credentials, Stafford served as consultant in poetry at the Library of Congress, and received the National Book Award for his poetry collection Traveling through the Dark (1963). During his lifetime, Stafford wrote over sixty books of poetry that still resonate with both scholars and general readers. Stafford's perspectives on peace, the environment, and education serve as some of the most articulate and engaging dialogues by a modern American writer about three of the most important issues of the second half of the twentieth century with lasting impacts on future generations. Howard Zinn, one America's most iconic modern historians, was keenly aware of Stafford's insight into modern American culture. Zinn claimed, "William Stafford's prose and poetry, wise and eloquent, speak directly to the violence of our time, and to our hope for a different world" (from cover of Every War Has Two Losers).
The William Stafford Archives, donated to Lewis & Clark College by the Stafford family in 2008, contain the private papers, publications, photographs, recordings, and teaching materials of the poet William Stafford. The Lewis & Clark College Special Collections actively add to this collection by acquiring unique Stafford related materials.
Stafford wrote every day of his life from 1950 to 1993. These 20,000 pages of daily writings form a complete record of the poet's mostly early morning meditations, including poem drafts, dream records, aphorisms, and other visits to the unconscious, recorded on separate sheets of yellow or white paper or when traveling, often in spiral-bound reporters' steno pads. The archive also includes typescripts of poems submitted for publication and for use in readings. Stafford listed where he submitted each poem, and whether it was accepted for publication on the typescript. Each of his published collections, large and small, is represented by its gathering of documentary copies (typescripts), called by Stafford a "put-together." Unpublished poems, poems published in journals, and reading copies of published poems were also gathered, in a virtually complete record from 1937 to 1993, totaling about 7,000 items. The collection also includes copies of all known Stafford books and translations. Stafford saved correspondence received, with an indication of the date of reply, and sometimes a copy of the reply, from the early 1960s to August 1993. Estimated at 100,000 sheets, the collected correspondence contains some full exchanges of correspondence initiated by WS. One such exchange is the correspondence with Marvin Bell on their sequence Segues. In addition to many photographs of and relating to William Stafford, the archive includes an estimated 20,000 photographs and negatives taken and developed by Stafford of fellow poets, family, friends, and Lewis & Clark College faculty. The archive provides documentation of Stafford's teaching career, including more than one thousand index cards, some dating from research at Iowa, others from later. These were much used in preparing for classes, workshops, and lectures. The files also contain scattered notes for workshops and lectures. The archive also includes course syllabi, and faculty documents relating to Stafford's teaching years at Lewis & Clark College.
Content DescriptionReturn to Top
Includes handwritten and typed drafts.
Use of the CollectionReturn to Top
Restrictions on Use
Permission to publish, exhibit, broadcast, or quote from materials in the Watzek Library Archives & Special Collections requires written permission of the Head of Archives & Special Collections.
Preferred Citation
The William Stafford Archives, Lewis & Clark College Aubrey Watzek Library Archives & Special Collections, Portland, Oregon.
Administrative InformationReturn to Top
Detailed Description of the CollectionReturn to Top
The following section contains a detailed listing of the materials in the collection.
Container(s) | Description | Dates | |
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Box | item | ||
Box: 1 | 50.1 | "Inside the Glacier"
Typed draft.
First line: In the whispering blue vault
|
3/11/1950 |
Box: 1 | 51.1 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The double nature...(prose)
|
1/27/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.2 | "Moon-Day"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Before winter sunrise there was a moonday
|
1/23/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.2 | "Politics"
Handwritten draft.
First line: I am seldom in
|
1/27/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.3 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The reason trees drop surprises
|
1/28/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.3 | "What is music?"
Handwritten draft.
First line: When I hear them relax with hymns
|
1/29/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.3 | "Lost Catfish in the Sandy River
(story)"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Around that grass corner... (story)
|
1/30/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.4 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Sloped as it was and rounded
|
1/31/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.5 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: Before daylight it was moon-day
|
1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.5 | "Outward"
Typed draft.
First line: When we sit on the front seat
|
1/19/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.6 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Stalking the Image (prose) 51? / 53?
|
1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.6.1 | "Two Lands"
Handwritten draft.
First line: After work the end of town broke and went sailing off
|
2/5/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.6.1 | "Griever"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Touch, you griever; now you never
|
2/5/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.7 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: Looking down across that hello way
|
2/26/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.7 | "Feeling, not knowing...."
Typed draft.
First line: Knowing some hydro, you generate by drop
|
2/26/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.7 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Swimming in this mild element Iowa
|
3/7/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.7 | "Limp Fenders"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Cars the farmers drive
|
3/23/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.8 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Sleeping under a blue blanket
|
2/19/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.8 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Reaching from the hills worn down years ago
|
2/19/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.8 | "Mural by Martinez"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Little people partly hidden....(story)
|
2/20/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.9 | "Postscript"
Handwritten draft.
First line: You reading this page--these trials:--
|
2/21/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.9 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Jamming on the brakes I was saved
|
2/22/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.10 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Driving the coast route north I thought about Pascal
|
2/22/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.10 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: A person does a little wrong... (story)
|
2/24/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.11 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The next story:--the north bend of the railroad... (story)
|
2/24/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.12 | "Staccago"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Hickok, who heard bullets whistle
|
2/27/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.13 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: A stone, one tired people sat on, by a path / In Ovid is a stone
of sadness
|
2/2/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.14 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: How this man grew old, light as rain
|
2/4/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.14 | "Cold Parties"
Handwritten draft.
First line: I saw fur foxes drinking lemonade
|
2/4/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.15 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: One of the men on the prison road crew... (story)
|
2/8/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.15 | "With Captain Scott Zero"
Handwritten draft.
First line: When you give too much, you freeze
|
2/9/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.15 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: One day the earth gave too much
|
2/10/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.16 | "Communion"
Handwritten draft.
First line: A word that comes in only when trouble looms
|
2/10/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.16 | "Communion"
Handwritten draft.
First line: If you, house, hill, tree, any little stone
|
2/10/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.17 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Every life the poor body seeks its own evil
|
2/13/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.17 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The one crooked mountain and the straight rain
|
2/15/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.17 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Knighted, the good receive their merit
|
2/17/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.18 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Wind, you griever
|
2/18/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.18 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In Ovid is the stone of sadness
|
2/18/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.18 | "In the Fought War"
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the fought war they wheeled the cannon
|
2/18/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.19 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Poetry Workshop (prose)
|
2/19/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.20 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Then I heard the wind rising, and I didnt believe
|
3/12/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.21 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Walking in the dark Mexican sandals
|
3/5/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.21 | "What made him feel as he did?"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The place was a school... (story)
|
3/5/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.22 | "Wren Song"
Handwritten draft.
First line: With some kind of song they started the first morning
|
3/23/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.22 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Put it all into the hands of a demon
|
3/25/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.23 | "Still, Small"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Whatever is worst is the foundation
|
3/4/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.24 | "Still, Small"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Whatever is worst is the foundation
|
3/4/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.25 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The novice you are
|
3/12/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.26 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: When I started to write a paper... (prose)
|
3/22/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.27 | "Minima"
Handwritten draft.
First line: When they ration sunbeams [3/10/51]
|
3/10/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.28 | "Minima"
Handwritten draft.
First line: When they ration sunbeams
|
3/8/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.29 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the dark on my home street snowflakes nibble
|
3/27/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.29 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The sun will find every valley or go blind
|
3/27/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.29 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Everywhere, not connected, not tangible, but operative
|
3/29/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.30 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Jesus, thy white shadow
|
3/22/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.30 | "Staccago"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Hickok heard bullets whistle
|
3/22/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.31 | "Paso Por Acqui (not as inWII) Lone
Rider"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Following the slow wagons
|
3/18/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.32 | "Bits of Snow"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Hissed by wind, our northern town
|
3/31/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.32 | "Cold Spell"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Wind becomes the sky
|
3/31/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.32 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: I dreamed I visited... (dream)
|
4/1/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.33 | "Low Our Night Street"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Cold stream that follows under night street
|
4/7/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.34 | "One Time"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Remember when you were poor in love
|
4/10/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.35 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Four stories (titles only)
|
4/16/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.35 | "Cubbyhole"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Thru the wall voices rebounded a lost question
|
4/16/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.35 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The argument with gravity
|
4/16/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.35 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Grayer than silver, every night in the sky
|
4/16/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.35 | "In Spring"
Handwritten draft.
First line: These turtles come out of coat collars all over the nation
|
4/16/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.36 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: All of that pain behind the eyes
|
4/22/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.36 | "Beating Time"
Handwritten draft.
First line: When we danced in the kitchen
|
4/23/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.37 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The dusty carcass of Ridgeville...(story start)
|
4/24/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.37 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: I saw the girls like pilgrims on the steps
|
4/25/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.37 | "Blunt or Deep"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Pulling along the edge of cruel
|
4/26/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.38 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Down thru those expectations to the first
|
4/29/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.39 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Rolling around like quicksilver in the world
|
4/20/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.39 | "Morning Look"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Each word, each thought, today is hot
|
4/20/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.40 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Turn away, make the neck turn sweet
|
4/15/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.40 | "Cardinal"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Dead flowers visited by a redbird
|
4/15/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.41 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: He will return jetting circles of fate
|
4/15/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.41 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: For a while shooting hard was the easiest
|
4/15/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.42 | "By the Way"
Handwritten draft.
First line: When I was carrying a hot skillet
|
4/10/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.43 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Lonely Mrs Carway lived... (story)
|
4/1/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.44 | "Mile (story)"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Because our parents were vindictive (story)
|
4/17/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.45 | "Buffalo Wallow"
Handwritten draft.
First line: A fox forgot his way rock by rock
|
5/13/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.45 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: We had a pet leopard... (dream)
|
5/14/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.46 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: At the end of the trip to the bottom... (dream)
|
5/15/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.46 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: They accepted your letter today, Curwood
|
5/22/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.47 | "Strategy"
Handwritten draft.
First line: There arent many hills to come out on
|
5/26/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.48 | "Afterward Those Black Flares"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Those black flares workmen put
|
5/29/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.49 | "Season"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Living on that ranch was far
|
5/30/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.50 | "Some Shadows"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Dog eat dog, so my mother said
|
5/28/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.50 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: I was sitting in workshop while Shapiro talked
|
5/28/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.50 | "Some Shadows"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The rangers name was Hawk
|
5/28/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.50 | "Some Shadows"
Handwritten draft.
First line: I have not a neat and cloistered virtue
|
5/28/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.51 | "In Oregon Shadowed"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Beginning to hold it like a book
|
5/2/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.51 | "In 1728"
Handwritten draft.
First line: At the headwaters of the Amazon
|
5/2/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.52 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Jodys hair, plastered down...(story)
|
6/25/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.52 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Albuquerque was bleak in the day...(story)
|
6/25/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.53 | "Buffalo Wallow"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Now smooth with squaw-carpet grass
|
6/13/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.54 | "Buffalo Wallow"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Now smooth with squaw-carpet grass
|
6/25/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.54 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: They have a saying... (story)
|
6/25/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.54 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Diane had been a bridesmaid so often(story)
|
6/27/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.55 | "Shiners"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Below the bridge on the downstream side
|
6/3/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.56 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: As soon as I saw him... (story)
|
6/13/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.57 | "Travel Note"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The gears were wire-shrill, every tire spit adobe
|
6/27/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.58 | "Mine I Shovel For"
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the mine I shovel for
|
6/28/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.59 | "Bears Train (story)"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Fireman on the Plumas run has a bear cub
|
6/2/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.60 | "All the Cost"
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the evening canyon above Pasadena
|
7/1/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.60 | "In and Out"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Looking at one point, evenly
|
7/2/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.61 | "Boom Town"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Into any sound important
|
7/3/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.61 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In sundown Albuquerque strips of a new serape
|
7/5/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.62 | "Here, Now"
Handwritten draft.
First line: All the space around us can win
|
7/17/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.62 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Through the morning streets before light
|
7/17/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.63 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The closer that clue the farther the wire
|
7/15/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.63 | "Moment"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Lifting out of the road sixty-aimed
|
7/15/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.64 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Never any rounder, wheel, wheel
|
7/30/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.64 | "House of the Wave (story)"
Handwritten draft.
First line: All he explained was, I want you to talk to a drowning man
(story)
|
7/31/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.65 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: My affair with truth... (prose)
|
7/6/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.66 | "All or None"
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the realm of touch-is-true
|
7/6/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.67 | "Touch and Go"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Rent by the blunt maul much as river ice cracked
|
7/26/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.68 | "To Be Said While Watching the
Stars"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The Arkansas River held its way in the creamy mud
|
7/28/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.69 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Trees were burning up the soil, they said
|
7/14/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.69 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: An expert batting with tweazers squeezes a flaw
|
7/14/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.69 | "Wyoming Has No Pocket"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Wyoming has no pocket, an open hand
|
7/14/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.69 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The air too hot or cold
|
7/14/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.69 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Eneas was left on the broken shore in a vessel without any
poop
|
7/14/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.70 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The brakes know our car when the road is wet
|
7/18/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.70 | "Double-Bit Shouldered Axe"
Handwritten draft.
First line: It is the axe floating thru tree shade on my shoulder
|
7/18/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.70 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Possessed have so much pony
|
7/20/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.71 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Going in toward the shoulders of animals
|
7/22/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.71 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: These are faint lines for a distant tigers gaze
|
7/22/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.72 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the worlds enterprise babies are the bumpers
|
7/12/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.72 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: From stone-age M.A. I climb
|
7/12/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.73 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Wherever snow came you came
|
7/8/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.74 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Everyone told Mr. Galke that he had an ideal home (story)
|
7/10/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.74 | "Survey"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Down in the frantic mountains
|
7/10/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.75 | "Survey"
Handwritten draft.
First line: They say that wild cats printed
|
7/10/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.76 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The farmer and wife stall in their old car(story
|
7/14/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.77 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Striking the frozen ground or bending the sky
|
7/21/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.77 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The Grovers adopted those girls, (story)
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7/21/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.77 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: We have a son goes through this town like a weasel
|
7/22/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.78 | "House of the Wave (story)"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Every June they came to the cliff (story)
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7/24/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.79 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Its out in the woods in the cold cold rain
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8/6/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.79 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the earth under us mound after mound by thousands
|
8/7/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.80 | "Last Vacation"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The mountains came around close on the north
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8/31/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.81 | "House of the Wave (story)"
Handwritten draft.
First line: As he glanced into the dim bedroom (story)
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8/24/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.82 | "Past a Chalet Lady of Shallot"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Climbing past ice-cream parties
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8/24/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.82 | "House of the Wave (story)"
Handwritten draft.
First line: He could see - he knew ... (end of story)
|
8/24/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.83 | "Last Vacation"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The mountains crowded around on the north
|
8/31/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.84 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The teeters leaned for final
|
8/29/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.84 | "Move to California"
Handwritten draft.
First line: A spring flowing from lava near Hagerman
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8/29/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.85 | "Move to California"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Springs flow from lava near Hagerman
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8/16/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.85 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: It has been given that Hester walks proud
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8/17/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.86 | "House of the Wave (story)"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The regular beating of a watch...(story/prose)
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8/5/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.87 | "One Lead One Way"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Of all the leads our valley granted
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8/10/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.87 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The wheat in Kansas in the pit
|
8/14/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.88 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Eyes of opulence
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9/21/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.89 | "Curb Sign"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Reading the street, letting fear print the screen
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9/7/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.89 | "Fish Counter at Bonneville"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Downstream they have organized a hemorrhage in the dam
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9/7/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.90 | "Translated from my Grandmothers
Lesebuch"
Handwritten draft.
First line: On every merrygoround there is one hideous rider
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9/6/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.91 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In this house where our hearts beat
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9/5/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.91 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: At the kids playground holding on with hands
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9/5/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.91 | "Translated from Grandmothers
Lesebuch"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Advancing through wisting air
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9/6/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.92 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the late hours having scrubbed up venom heads
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9/8/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.92 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Pale, because they are somewhere on a cliff
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9/8/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.92 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: When he came in, stupidly gazing (story)
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9/10/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.93 | "October Country"
Handwritten draft.
First line: In any field how wild the roots rive, unseen
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9/11/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.94 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Coming closer than halt, the chopper swings
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9/14/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.94 | "Hunted Lives"
Handwritten draft.
First line: In gratitude for deserts, any scape and rest
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9/15/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.94 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The snarling chrome and cars that jargon rides
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9/15/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.94 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The Friends were meeting (story or dream)
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9/16/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.95 | "Rescued from Drowning"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The Dutch walk under the sea, but their dike land holds
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9/11/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.95 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Five oclock wings into the office; sweeping his broom
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9/11/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.96 | "Sound Late"
Handwritten draft.
First line: I hear a late clock strike. Once more it stalks
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9/21/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.96 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Gulls, two, puffed in the white part
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9/25/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.97 | "Sound Late"
Handwritten draft.
First line: I hear the late clock strike. Once more it stalks
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9/27/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.97 | "Nod and Glance of the People
(story)"
Handwritten draft.
First line: He watched her come out of the big house (story)
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10/1/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.98 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: I wonder what city they build
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10/28/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.99 | "At the Park"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Farther back then the proud white geese
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10/10/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.100 | "Home Fire"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Tho I all new ways turn
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10/18/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.100 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Dreaming at night the rootfish turn
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10/18/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.101 | "Canada Goose"
Handwritten draft.
First line: This eye that looked wide at the worlds great eye [10/?/51]
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1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.101 | "Canada Goose"
Handwritten draft.
First line: This eye that looked wide at the worlds great eye
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10/18/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.102 | "Relation"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Because our church cut the wind
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10/8/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.103 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: When people try so hard, reaching out to hold whatever (five
prose pieces)
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10/26/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.104 | "Promise of Limited Loyalty"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The lariat hands traveling itself
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10/29/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.104 | "Promise of Limited Loyalty"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Such mountain as may heart the range
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10/29/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.105 | "Idol"
Handwritten draft.
First line: A low sun beats in the hollow ivory
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10/25/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.106 | "For a Home"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Can the hungry dog put you down in the kitchen
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10/20/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.107 | "Uncle River"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Teeth at heel, river at call
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10/5/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.108 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Stealing off through the anvil
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10/28/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.109 | "Melville"
Handwritten draft.
First line: I saw this green, green, until the sky green
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11/28/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.109 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: All the stealthy Shakespeare stirring
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11/28/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.109 | "Herods Edict"
Handwritten draft.
First line: It was wrong and the knife bent
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11/28/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.110 | "Sixty-Cycle Recognition"
Handwritten draft.
First line: They say spangles from the sun
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11/4/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.111 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: All the bridge-brace in evening
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11/19/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.111 | "Breathing"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Down at the mortgage end of town
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11/19/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.111 | "Breathing"
Handwritten draft.
First line: I stand on the mortgage end of town
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11/20/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.112 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Taught my house no higher class
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11/25/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.112 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Down thru the fright forest good rooted
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11/25/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.113 | "Coming Toward You Crossed
Shadows"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Going wide, and pale went stalking into the braced
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11/9/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.114 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Rain forest got start on little trees
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11/23/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.115 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Winter stares from all the windows
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11/21/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.115 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The which of me the shadow was
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11/21/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.115 | "Old Red"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Stealing off thru the anvil
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11/21/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.116 | "Too Dark"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The art building they made plain
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11/27/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.117 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The little cities on the floor
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11/1/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.117 | "Sober Song"
Handwritten draft.
First line: A sober song two-sparrows long
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11/1/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.117 | "Nod and Glance of the People
(story)"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Ill sing any time you ask me (story)
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11/1/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.118 | "River (story)"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Dorothy had to cross the bridge (story/dream)
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11/5/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.118 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the things he said, in the undergrowth
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11/5/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.119 | "Passing Remark"
Handwritten draft.
First line: In scenery, I like flat country
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11/12/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.120 | "Fall Wind"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Salt birds flirt from the weed patch
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11/19/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.121 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: It is written hard that I will follow
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11/30/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.122 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: That art broker in the middle of the world
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12/29/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.122 | "From the Underground"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The top of the land stolen
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1/3/1952 |
Box: 1 | 51.123 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: I dreamed an old woman (prose pieces)
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12/19/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.124 | "Nod and Glance of the People
(story)"
Handwritten draft.
First line: What is he really like? (story)
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12/25/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.125 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Toward sunset when the shadows of people are Lincoln...
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12/25/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.125 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: After winter hog-tied
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12/29/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.125 | "Million When the Cold ComesThat Art
Broker"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Crabs in the ocean lifting their hands
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12/29/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.126 | "Recognition"
Handwritten draft.
First line: We met here in this lightning room [12/?/51]
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1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.127 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Circles drawn with a burnt stick
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12/21/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.127 | "Rock Ending of Carlsbad Cavern"
Handwritten draft.
First line: On a canal moving toward the low banks
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12/23/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.128 | "Faithful"
Handwritten draft.
First line: That morning they watched the child
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12/2/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.129 | "Brick by Brick"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Chickens move out over the field
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12/8/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.129 | "Breathing"
Handwritten draft.
First line: I stand on the mortgage edge of town
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11/20/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.130 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: Going around in their slow day
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1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.131 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: Going around in their slow day
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1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.132 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: Having stolen my future, should I give it back
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1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.133 | "Sunset: Southwest"
Typed draft.
First line: In front of the postoffice holding the adaptable flag
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1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.134 | "Lyf So Short"
Typed draft.
First line: I have lived in the room bigger than the world
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1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.135 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: Christ will come the day the world ends
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1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.136 | "Lore"
Typed draft.
First line: Dogs that eat fish edging tidewater die
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1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.137 | "December"
Typed draft.
First line: Migrations of little positive things
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1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.138 | "Lore"
Typed draft.
First line: Dogs that eat fish at the edge of tidewater die
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1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.139 | "Lyf So Short Reading at the
Cabin"
Typed draft.
First line: I have lived in that room bigger than the world
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1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.140 | "Lore"
Handwritten draft.
First line: By going toward the north
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1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.141 | "Lyf So Short"
Typed draft.
First line: I have lived in that room bigger than the world
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1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.142 | "Canada Goose"
Typed draft.
First line: This eye looked wide at the worlds great eye
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1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.143 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The stove, not burning but warm
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12/12/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.144 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: You darked from broken things out home
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12/14/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.145 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: We met there in that lightning room
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1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.146 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: Dreaming at night, the rootfish turn
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1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.146 | "Idol"
Handwritten draft.
First line: A low sun in the hollow ivory beats
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10/25/1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.147 | "."
Typed draft.
First line: In Worlds Enterprise, Inc., babies are the bumpers
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1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.147 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: From stone-age M.A. I climb
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1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.147 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: My cold love is for all I ought
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1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.148 | "Hunted Lives"
Typed draft.
First line: In gratitude for deserts, any scape and rest
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1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.149 | "Moment"
Typed draft.
First line: Lifting out of the road sixty-aimed
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1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.150 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: I hear the late clock strike. Once more it stalks
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1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.150 | "Out Late"
Typed draft.
First line: Two gulls puffed in the white part
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1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.151 | "Rescued frm Drowning"
Typed draft.
First line: The Dutch walk under the sea but their dike land holds
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1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.151 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: Intermittently the world between flashes of lightning
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1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.151 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: I hear the late clock strike, once more it stalks
|
1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.151 | "Uncle River"
Handwritten draft.
First line: They gave a trick to my Uncle River
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1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.152 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: The later Wordsworth...(Page of aphorisms)
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1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.153 | "Year It Broke"
Typed draft.
First line: At blink when we looked, a world had already dropped
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1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.154 | "Double-Bit"
Typed draft.
First line: The axe floating through tree shade on my shoulder
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1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.154 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The little black pony bought to carry the boys
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1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.155 | "Double-Bit"
Typed draft.
First line: The axe floating through tree shade on my shoulder
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1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.156 | "Boom TownTaste"
Typed draft.
First line: Into any sound important
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1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.157 | "SurveyDown in the Frantic
Mountains"
Typed draft.
First line: Down in the frantic mountains
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1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.158 | "Postscript"
Typed draft.
First line: You reading this page, these trials
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1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.159 | "Low"
Typed draft.
First line: A cold stream follows under night street
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1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.160 | "One Time"
Typed draft.
First line: Remember when you were poor in love
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1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.161 | "In Oregon Shadowed"
Typed draft.
First line: In Oregon shadowed great swards of baneberry
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1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.162 | "Beating Time"
Typed draft.
First line: When we danced in the kitchen
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1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.163 | "Sacked Grad Asst"
Typed draft.
First line: Sang here in Iowa but not for long
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1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.164 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: Most of the strongest dreads... (aphorisms)
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1951 |
Box: 1 | 51.165 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: Historians and others... (aphorisms)
|
1951 |
Box: 1 | 52.1 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: For any city on submerged foundations
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1/12/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.1 | "Field Path"
Handwritten draft.
First line: This groove I have helped make
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1/12/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.2 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Come, darling, by some freighter home
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1/18/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.2 | "Fugitive Inside"
Handwritten draft.
First line: All the ways out of the room:
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1/19/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.3 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Share that gleamed thru this furrow day
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1/8/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.3 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The wind at altitude never stop[s]
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1/8/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.3 | "(cf.for any city 1/12/52) Some
History"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Thru the drowned lands to Vincennes
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1/8/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.4 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Look, I have carried this ugly face
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1/16/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.5 | "Near "
Handwritten draft.
First line: Walking along in this not quite prose way
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1/24/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.5 | "LeadsS.Freud..."
Handwritten draft.
First line: Saved by forgetting and neglect, aloud
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1/25/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.6 | "ReforestationThat Evening"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Charred mountains that sunset reforested
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1/21/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.7 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: We must be careful what we learn to like
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1/7/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.7 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Becoming the river, a girl I saw
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1/7/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.7 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Over the edge of the world, wagons and sails
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1/7/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.7 | "Recognition"
Handwritten draft.
First line: We meet here in this lightning room
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11/4/1951 |
Box: 1 | 52.8 | "On the Office Chair, a Roll of String The
Raveled Man"
Handwritten draft.
First line: A man in the mountains was a roll of string
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1/3/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.9 | "Nevada"
Handwritten draft.
First line: When day struck
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2/25/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.9 | "Chink Four a.m."
Handwritten draft.
First line: By one elaborate wave our ocean graced
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2/26/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.10 | "In the Mirror"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The way the deaf read thunder (story)
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2/12/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.10 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: All the woven darkness is informed by stars
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2/13/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.11 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: On the launched earth waving a look
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2/29/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.11 | "Way the deaf read thunder"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Lightning sewed the eye to heart-shaped echoes (poem opening)
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2/29/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.12 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Person takes kids to airport (story)
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2/24/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.13 | "In the Mirror"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Alone here with a stranger
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2/20/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.13 | "Prairie"
Handwritten draft.
First line: A constant metaphor
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2/20/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.14 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The iceberg that hit the Titanic
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2/8/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.14 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Tadashi held his hands folded (story)
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2/9/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.15 | "These old premises need inspection To a
Political Speaker"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The premises need inspection, foreigner[s]
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2/18/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.16 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The people who ate butternut bark
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2/11/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.16 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Let him come back first and voyage
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2/11/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.16 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The eagle, a tone-deaf glorious bird
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2/11/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.17 | "Test"
Handwritten draft.
First line: On the pelt walls it said, Fool,
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2/18/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.18 | "Test"
Handwritten draft.
First line: On the pelt wall it said, Fool,
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2/18/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.19 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Newman says (page of prose)
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2/25/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.20 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Every bite the grass made on my finger
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2/5/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.21 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: I ran those rabbits, children, deep in a plum thicket
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2/7/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.22 | "Fall Rain"
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the sky city of sleet
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3/21/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.22 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: They been who thought fang worst
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3/22/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.23 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Sure to be warm, we have sat
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3/26/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.23 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Happy to be what Im going to be
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3/27/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.23 | "Three Tries"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Driven through youth councils
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3/28/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.24 | "Three Tries"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Driven through the councils of the young
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3/28/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.25 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Kim heaped coals of fire (page of prose)
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3/30/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.26 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The cold of remembering in this March wind
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3/30/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.26 | "Elegy"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Hunting for that broken stick
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3/31/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.26 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: By these deep engines we live with
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4/1/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.27 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: A figure like a man down by the river
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3/18/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.28 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: City Woodcraft (page of prose)
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3/6/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.29 | "Liger"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The camel giving its level look
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3/9/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.30 | "Convergence"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Coming near at the sneeze interval
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3/10/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.30 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: When the lag wire told Sunday
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3/10/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.31 | "In the Mirror"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Alone here with a stranger
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2/20/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.31 | "Way the deaf read thunder"
Handwritten draft.
First line: On the launched earth helpless
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1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.31 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: Coming near at sneeze intervals
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1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.32 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the March rain
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3/5/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.32 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Driving those days thru the White Woman Basin
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3/5/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.32 | "cf. In the Mirror"
Handwritten draft.
First line: By one elaborate wave, the way the deaf read thunder
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2/26/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.33 | "cf. In the Mirror"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Lightning sewed eyes all over the sky
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3/4/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.33 | "Attenuate"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Some time following out a sound
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3/4/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.34 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The bow I could bend when I was ten years old
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3/13/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.34 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: By holding close to the field and that angle of street
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3/14/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.35 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Reading Anglo-Saxon charms... (p of prose)
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3/16/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.36 | "Any Last Meeting"
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the glass garden of any chance meeting
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4/24/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.37 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: You in the dark out there
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5/18/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.37 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Half of the faces in clouds or along the street
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5/18/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.38 | "Shrugging, after a Glimpse of a Dog to be
Killed at the Pound"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The spaniel-heard boot came near
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4/19/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.38 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The Pregnant Women of Pasadena (story)
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4/19/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.38 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: And the quality in a thing of being perceived
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4/19/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.39 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: At night creating mushrooms
|
7/23/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.40 | "At the Sorting Room"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Tonight sorting old clothes for the poor
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4/15/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.40 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Out of our flickering state tonight
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4/15/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.41 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: One summer night, all sound held in the cornfield farms
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1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.42 | "Elegy"
Typed draft.
First line: The responsible sound of the lawnmower
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1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.43 | "Let Freedom"
Handwritten draft.
First line: In cold life bricks are the best citizens
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8/4/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.44 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Ours is turned-about time
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8/4/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.45 | "Let Freedom"
Typed draft.
First line: In cold life bricks are the best citizens
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1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.46 | "Elegy (continued)"
Typed draft.,2pp
First line: When you left our house and went falling
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1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.47 | "Elegy (beginning)"
Typed draft.
First line: The responsible sound of the lawnmower
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1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.48 | "Elegy (complete)"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The responsible sound of the lawnmower
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1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.49 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Jake Le Claire on his rounds, the watchman
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7/28/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.50 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: This is the way they had to fall
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7/30/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.51 | "Elementary Civics"
Handwritten draft.
First line: At every level, down to duck feet on the pavement
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7/29/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.52 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In this dry light of summer
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8/2/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.53 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Daniel stood all day in a furnace of craving
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8/7/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.53 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: There is a cave - the solid world
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8/7/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.54 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In aquarium room flashing credentials
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8/8/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.55 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: At the top of any hill something bland
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8/8/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.56 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Back home in Kansas we admired
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8/8/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.57 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: One year ago we came to Oregon
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8/11/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.57 | "Deep"
Handwritten draft.
First line: There is a caravan evading daylight
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8/11/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.58 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In two columns down this path
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8/11/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.58 | "Sunday Afternoon"
Handwritten draft.
First line: In less relief, the way time treats a carving
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8/15/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.59 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: At every check station folding nickels into my pocket
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8/11/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.60 | "Shouldered Axe"
Handwritten draft.
First line: This axe floating thru tree shade
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8/20/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.60 | "Birthday Song"
Handwritten draft.
First line: In midflight darkening, we are on two voyages
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8/24/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.61 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The librarian in a little suburb (complete story outline)
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9/3/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.62 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Hold it high as the stars rush through
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8/29/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.63 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Parallel beamed on the railroad track strings
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9/4/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.63 | "Picking Up Chores"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Picking up chores the first fall day
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9/4/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.64 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: An old duck hunter, or a farmer
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8/27/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.64 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Woman does something drastic (story)
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8/27/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.64 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In my throat as the day is wide
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8/27/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.65 | "Listening"
Handwritten draft.
First line: My father could hear a little animal step
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9/1/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.66 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: Parallel beamed on railroad track strings
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1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.67 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In between beats the secret practice [9/20/52]
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1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.68 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: That field and hungry fire
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9/7/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.69 | "Silver"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Not so early as dark; after the dead sleep
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8/29/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.70 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Half the cars by our house are going to the coast
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9/28/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.70 | "Few Lines of Identification"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Know all men, and women especially
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9/28/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.71 | "Extremes"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Every road goes toward, or away from, the river
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9/28/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.72 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Going back into obsolete paradises
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10/7/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.72 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Down all the narrowing roads
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10/7/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.72 | "Old Dance"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Anybody here know the old dance?
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10/11/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.73 | "Anybody here know...Old Dance"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Necessary for them, or necessary for me?
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10/11/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.74 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Iron against iron in brake shoe irreconcilable
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9/8/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.74 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the road ahead there was a bridge (story)
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10/12/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.75 | "My Giving Thanks"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Out in our neighborhood... (story)
|
1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.76 | "From train, truck..."
Handwritten draft.
First line: From train, truck, army, and ship
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10/21/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.76 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In all blue glass
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10/21/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.77 | "You around here..."
Handwritten draft.
First line: You around here, in the easy roads
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10/16/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.78 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: Picking up chores the first fall day
|
1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.79 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Because our world hardened
|
1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.80 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: A field and hungry fire
|
1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.81 | "Old Dance"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Anybody here know the old dance?
|
10/11/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.82 | "Lake Looks"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The eerie eyes of normal people
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10/14/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.83 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Honest will the railroad
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1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.83 | "Sad Story"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Janey could eat at our pasture
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1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.84 | "In Italics"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Following step by step
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10/5/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.84 | "Gift"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Going down to the river
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10/6/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.85 | "Greetings"
Handwritten draft.
First line: It is kindness to hear the rain
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10/29/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.86 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The chickens running around, one day old
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11/1/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.87 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Cloud and wind in the open
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11/3/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.87 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In my molasses ritual, letting go of the spoon
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11/5/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.88 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: All those dear mistakes I am untrue to
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11/5/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.88 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: That same level flavors all my life
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11/5/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.89 | "Post-Election Song"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Think of the legend in Bantu
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8/25/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.90 | "Dubieties"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Between knowing and not knowing
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10/22/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.91 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Whatever the country amounts to
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11/9/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.91 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In our craving furnace and up the flume
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11/10/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.92 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Around the bend we heard it squall
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8/21/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.92 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: One night I faced the stars
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8/21/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.93 | "Lit Instructor"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Day after day up there beating my wings
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11/15/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.94 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: The sun parades the earth
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1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.94 | "Lit InstructorGiving of Truth is a Lovely
Thing"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Day after day up there beating my wings
|
1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.95 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: You around here on the easy roads
|
1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.96 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: From train, truck, army, and ship
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1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.97 | "Correlative"
Typed draft.
First line: In the old logging camp light was faint
|
1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.97 | "In Italics"
Typed draft.
First line: Following step by step
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1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.97 | "Gift"
Typed draft.
First line: Near the river meadow
|
1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.97 | "Greetings"
Typed draft.
First line: It is kindness to hear the rain
|
1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.98 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The tree soaring from deer head
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11/18/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.99 | "Sad Story"
Typed draft.
First line: We didnt know if we owned Janey
|
1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.100 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: My suicide soul manning this submarine
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1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.101 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: My suicide soul manning this submarine
|
1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.102 | "At the Sorting Room"
Typed draft.
First line: Tonight sorting old clothes for the poor
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1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.103 | "At the Sorting Room"
Typed draft.
First line: Tonight sorting old clothes for the poor
|
1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.104 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: My suicide soul manning a submarine
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1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.105 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Inside the mapletree snow-wood [12/1/52]
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1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.105 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Walking on the hills alien
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12/1/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.105 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Picking the rock way, I must inform you good
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12/2/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.106 | "Night Journey"
Typed draft.
First line: The hidden streams of Oregon
|
1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.107 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Let this explorer walk by, imminent
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12/10/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.107 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: A man I met in the field
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12/11/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.108 | "At the Sorting Room"
Typed draft.
First line: Tonight sorting old clothes for the poor
|
1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.109 | "Our People Hero with a Thousand
Faces"
Typed draft.
First line: Under the killdeer cry [Our People]
|
1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.110 | "The sun parades..."
Handwritten draft.
First line: The sun looks over the earth
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11/13/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.111 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Only when on a white morning I can see
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11/25/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.111 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: We always went into oceans
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11/27/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.112 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Near the door, watching the people (story)
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12/6/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.112 | "Night Journey Pullman Trip"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The hidden streams of Oregon
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12/6/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.113 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Reserve in the sun
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12/12/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.113 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Why that neat wood respects board-ness
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12/8/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.113 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Most clouds follow the world
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12/8/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.113.1 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The wideness in the eyes
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12/8/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.114 | "Coast Birds"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Dizzy on the tilting cliff when
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12/15/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.115 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Many a time the practiced wave
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12/18/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.116 | "Digging for the Lost Compass"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Because our world hardened
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10/5/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.117 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: You./ Circlebrace river come near
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11/20/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.117 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Faster and faster till I heard the little high voices
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11/21/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.118 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In that sequence, breathe out, in,
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10/24/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.118 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: We were coming to the country near Gray Burr
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10/24/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.118 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: It is of interest how I just happened to be coming into Gray Burr
on Christmas...(story)
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10/24/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.119 | "Vespers"
Handwritten draft.
First line: If the world should flare into the night with me
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11/27/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.119 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Sunflowers pressd for veins of coal
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11/27/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.119 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In every foot on carpet fled
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11/27/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.119 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In our boundary saying our boundless dream
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11/27/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.120 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: He heard the high little voices climb
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11/22/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.121 | "Our PeopleHero with a Thousand
Faces"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Under the killdeer cry
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12/14/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.122 | "Our People"
Handwritten draft.
First line: To have gone down alone [draft of killdeer]
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12/13/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.123 | "Two Dimension"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Past untenable hawk
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3/24/1953 |
Box: 1 | 52.123 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: With crossway column of light
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3/25/1953 |
Box: 1 | 52.124 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: We didnt like anything to happen
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3/21/1953 |
Box: 1 | 52.124 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Finding the nest of the lark
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3/21/1953 |
Box: 1 | 52.125 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the winter woods along the river... (story)
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12/22/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.125 | "Grandpas World"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Richening, ripening sinks the sun
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12/22/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.126 | "Grandpas World"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Fame or flowers around a farm
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12/21/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.127 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: You are the springtime range of all wild thought
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12/26/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.127 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: They have the sky here
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12/26/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.128 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Running out of our house
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12/29/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.128 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Scattering parts of my life
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12/30/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.129 | "Amulet"
Handwritten draft.
First line: In shafts that gut the mountain
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12/26/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.129 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The only way to be is change
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12/26/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.129 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: You are the springtime range of all of my thought
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12/26/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.130 | "CalendarJottings"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The career of blue
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12/20/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.131 | "Love Song"
Handwritten draft.
First line: I do not find you so dreadful
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12/30/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.132 | "Elegy"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Waiting for you on a cliff
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4/1/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.132 | "Elegy"
Handwritten draft.
First line: True the aim into the mahogany cells
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4/2/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.133 | "Elegy"
Handwritten draft.
First line: When you left our door and went falling
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4/6/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.133 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: I saw those harbor lights
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4/8/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.133 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: We came around the slow hills
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4/8/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.133 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Leading any white robed Aunt Bland
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4/8/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.134 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Crossed in kindness to be direct and wild
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4/3/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.134 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Standing there on the sunny pavement
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4/4/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.134 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Out of quonset bouncing Bibles
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4/4/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.135 | "Any Last Meeting"
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the glass garden of our chance meeting
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4/15/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.136 | "Elegy"
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the Southwest going by the canyons
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5/11/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.136 | "Elegy"
Handwritten draft.
First line: On the edge of night in the hills
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5/11/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.137 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: On the fair way by the arch
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5/14/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.137 | "Elegy"
Handwritten draft.
First line: One summer night, all round held in the farms
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5/14/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.138 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: On that island
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5/23/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.138 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Dedicate by no sign
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5/23/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.139 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The silent place on Main Street
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5/28/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.140 | "Elegy"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The wounds made on the world by sunlight
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6/3/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.141 | "Still Life"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Half of all chairs reserve it
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6/21/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.142 | "(date guessed)"
Handwritten draft.
First line: After cool evening going down the hill
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6/16/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.143 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Now, all at once, in windows of their homes
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6/11/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.143 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: After sundown we sat facing the poplar trees
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6/16/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.143 | "Events"
Handwritten draft.
First line: I hear a dog named Eagle smelling mountains
|
6/16/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.144 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Member only of minority groups
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6/21/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.144 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The open, easy way of Kim
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6/21/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.145 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Through root, through flower, out air
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9/16/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.145 | "My soles hold up..."
Handwritten draft.
First line: Shoe soles holding up the earth
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9/16/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.146 | "Correlative"
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the old logging camp light was faint
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10/28/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.146 | "Now Is All the Time"
Handwritten draft.
First line: This now is all the time .(story)
|
12/11/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.147 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: On a winter day by the corner bell
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12/22/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.148 | "From the Underground"
Typed draft.
First line: If the top of the land be stolen
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1/3/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.149 | "Fieldpath"
Typed draft.
First line: This groove I have helped make
|
1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.150 | "Four A.M. Four Years Ago"
Typed draft.
First line: By one elaborate wave our ocean graced
|
1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.151 | "Fugitive"
Typed draft.
First line: All the ways out of the room
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1/19/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.152 | "To a Political Speaker"
Typed draft.
First line: These old premises need inspection. Foreigner
|
1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.153 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: Can the hungry dog put you down in the kitchen
|
1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.154 | "Four A.M."
Typed draft.
First line: By one elaborate wave our ocean graced
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1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.155 | "Liger"
Typed draft.
First line: The camels withhold their lewd look
|
1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.156 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: Coming near at the sneeze interval
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1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.157 | "Test"
Typed draft.
First line: On the pelt wall it said, Fool"
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1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.158 | "At a Political Gathering"
Typed draft.
First line: Old premises need inspection: foreigners
|
1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.159 | "Liger"
Typed draft.
First line: The camels withhold their lewd look
|
1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.160 | "In the Mirror"
Typed draft.
First line: Alone here with a stranger
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2/20/1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.161 | "Prairie"
Typed draft.
First line: By constancy
|
1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.162 | "Highway ?"
Typed draft.
First line: Charred mountains that sunset reforested
|
1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.163 | "Leads"
Typed draft.
First line: Saved by forgetting or neglect, aloud
|
1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.164 | "NearSpeech"
Typed draft.
First line: Walking along in this not quite prose way
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1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.165 | "Moat"
Typed draft.
First line: Through the drowned lands to Vincennes
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1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.166 | "Survey"
Typed draft.
First line: Down in the Frantic Mountains ?1952
|
1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.166 | "Remark in a Stolen Manner"
Typed draft.
First line: In scenery, I like flat country ?1952
|
1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.166 | "Last Vacation"
Typed draft.
First line: Mountains crowded around on the north ?1952
|
1952 |
Box: 1 | 52.166 | "Postscript"
Typed draft.
First line: You reading this, these trials ?1952
|
1952 |
Box: 1 | 53.1 | "At Liberty School"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Girl in the front row who had no mother
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12/30/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.2 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Trying to read this land, what is it trying to tell me?
|
12/25/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.2 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Rushing up to intruders like a dog
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12/26/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.3 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Lucky guys have bundles to carry
|
12/5/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.4 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Where true curve meets curb
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12/20/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.4 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Miles of wheat steady on toward June
|
12/20/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.5 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Here, trying the clouds for color
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12/23/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.5 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The plains are my still center
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12/24/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.6 | "Circle of Breath"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The night my father died the moon shone on the snow
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12/22/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.7 | "At the Bomb Testing Site"
Handwritten draft.
First line: At the flute end of consequences
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12/13/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.8 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: When I look at this lake from farther away
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12/15/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.9 | "At the Bomb Testing Site"
Handwritten draft.
First line: At noon in the desert I saw a panting lizard
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12/15/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.10 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Certain mornings I pool among white rocks
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12/11/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.11 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Not the certainty of what anyone says
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12/9/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.11 | "At the Bomb Testing Site"
Handwritten draft.
First line: That cost he read. The little key
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12/10/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.12 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Poetry consists in experiencing (p.of prose)
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12/2/1952 |
Box: 1 | 53.13 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Anything nearest we must learn to love
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12/23/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.13 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The father wants to buy a filling station (story)
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12/23/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.13 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: By this being too green
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12/23/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.14 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The tractor in the corn stubble - town men
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12/23/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.15 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: What frame of snow and fur kept lost country
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12/18/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.16 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Let come lent or what loaned
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11/11/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.16 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: At a cut bank with vines and little roots holding dirt
together
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11/17/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.17 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: I let my walk be every step
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11/19/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.17 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: They hear in a pond; they see through a cloud
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11/19/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.18 | "I Listen a Long Time"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Deep and cold balance arms late hours
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11/13/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.18 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Anvil stopped, at iron rest
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11/14/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.19 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Reaches where leaves thread the air
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11/11/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.19 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Two buyers make a deal. They know a rule
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11/13/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.20 | "Glances"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Two people meet. The sky in winter [11/53]
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1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.21 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Earth on its forgotten center
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11/8/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.22 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: I thought I would ride in the middle with chance
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10/29/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.22 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Brick by brick I count the world
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11/3/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.22 | "Glances"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Two people meet until the sky in winter
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11/3/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.23 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the high country on the map where a duck sounded
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11/4/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.23 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The place they called Lobo
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11/4/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.23 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Turning, the chairman held up his palms
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11/4/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.24 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: There is a division of sight that put choice in your day
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11/23/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.24 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Any of you out there that remember me
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11/23/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.25 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Being a little stone, I feel the shadow of the great earth
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11/23/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.26 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Any of you out there that remember me
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11/22/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.27 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The long wood they gave me called stave
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10/27/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.27 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Slung wild in a cynical constellation
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10/30/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.28 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: It was in corners of our selves that the world was falling
down
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10/22/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.29 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Mornings, I have spells of desire to tell the truth
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10/6/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.29 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Oh no, the places going back from roads
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10/8/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.30 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Muffled in wool, there came a slow grower -- the code
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10/10/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.30 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: When ---- was taken to hospital... (story)
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10/11/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.31 | "Visit Home"
Handwritten draft.
First line: In my fifties I will buy a hat
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10/11/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.31 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: There were cold evenings in depression years
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10/11/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.32 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: When I was a mule... (story)
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10/11/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.32 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The zoo worker who put his baby in one of the cages (story)
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10/11/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.32 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Only one thought can be the right thought
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10/11/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.32 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Those faint spires are made of stone
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10/12/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.33 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: I have come back to this land one hundred years ago
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10/18/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.33 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Old men carrying flowers from the rose garden (prose)
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10/18/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.34 | "Coming into Now"
Handwritten draft.
First line: No moment so rich as the stammering
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9/5/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.34 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: If there be a town on the blue plain
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9/6/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.35 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the sun, fields waiting
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9/4/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.35 | "Summa Contra Solipsists"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Always treat the world as if it really exists
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9/4/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.36 | "Coming into Now"
Handwritten draft.
First line: No moment so rich as in stammering
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9/6/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.36 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: For twenty years I followed what I could do
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9/6/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.37 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: When any solid thing extended on out to the edge
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9/8/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.37 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Constructive accidents, like people, living on a slope
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9/9/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.38 | "At Liberty School"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Turning traitor to everything else
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9/9/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.39 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: They taste in honey that sour root
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9/10/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.39 | "Explorers"
Handwritten draft.
First line: At the falls of the river, the decision
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9/11/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.40 | "Whenever I See Rock or Steel"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Whenever we say rock we stop
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9/19/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.40 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: You night men, striking your fires in the bush
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9/20/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.41 | "Connexions Post-Lapsarian"
Handwritten draft.
First line: When they purified the pond the lilies died
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9/23/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.42 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: That beast we fed on scraps of faith
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9/24/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.42 | "At the Bomb Testing Site"
Handwritten draft.
First line: At noon in the desert I watched a lizard
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12/16/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.42 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Deepen, deepen, my gaze; spiral down
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12/16/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.43 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Within the wall we become that heard-unseen
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9/25/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.43 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Enticed by knowledge we have gone farther into the lions
mouth
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9/29/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.43 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Rain drives flat at one shock on the coast
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9/29/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.44 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Racial Memory (page of prose notes)
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8/1/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.45 | "Myth Men"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Because in a storm they stand and wait
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8/2/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.45 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Armies of pine and fir on the mountain
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8/2/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.46 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Because morning air this fall has a globed sound
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8/7/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.46 | "In the Deep Channel"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Setting a trotline after sundown
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8/7/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.46 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the early morning coming out of sleep
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8/7/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.47 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The scene of the country school in Montana (story)
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8/9/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.47 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The green country can be bent
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8/9/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.47 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: At the edge of the river
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8/9/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.48 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: You came back, back of you miles
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8/17/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.48 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Do no good, entrance, exit, all the little
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8/19/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.49 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: It may be true, but is it about God
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8/24/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.49 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The people in that town and the streets
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8/25/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.49 | "Gun of Billy the Kid"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The line the gun hand followed
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8/25/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.50 | "Gun of Billy the Kid"
Handwritten draft.
First line: When they finished the gun
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8/27/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.50 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Tripped, the hammering sped, meeting new like a gong
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8/28/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.50 | "Gun of Billy the Kid"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Because, of all the lost
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8/29/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.51 | "Gun of Billy the Kid"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Billy the KId was gone, but the game
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8/29/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.51 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: It had all been so wastefully green
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9/4/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.52 | "(page of prose notes)"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Things that happen in sensational fiction...
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8/19/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.53 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Reckless people are easy to meet
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8/2/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.53 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Here it is spring again, etc. (story)
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8/3/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.54 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: These are my bushes. They live at the sound barrier
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7/28/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.55 | "Willa Cather The Archbpss House in Santa
Fe"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Cedars repeat themselves over the scarred ground (draft of Willa
Cather)
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7/3/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.55 | "Willa Cather"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Over the ash-gray grass a thousand miles
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7/3/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.56 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Take all the things everyone including Roosevelt did
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7/2/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.57 | "Instant"
Handwritten draft.
First line: With nothing but the continent to help me
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7/29/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.57 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: That thousand snow gushing skyward
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7/30/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.58 | "Walking West"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Anyone with quiet pace who
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7/10/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.58 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Knuckles whiten on plow handle
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7/10/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.59 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: It is the kind of gray flint our hills offer
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7/8/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.59 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Who liefer amble scent more than they say
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7/9/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.59 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Over the gold dome of old capitol hollowed
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7/9/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.60 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: We were chopping fir wood with red colored axes
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7/20/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.60 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Acquainted with few horsemen
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7/22/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.60 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Into all the north silence
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7/22/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.61 | "novel outline"
Typed draft.
First line: On waking this morning I thought a novel..
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7/20/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.62 | "prose notes"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The Artist and Validation of His Art July 53?
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1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.63 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Take their baize regard
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7/11/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.63 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The still storm, unmoved lunge
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7/11/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.64 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: He looked the the map... (story)
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7/13/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.64 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: We have been correct. 24-in interval
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7/13/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.65 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Creeping out at sixty, on the fender birds began to sing
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7/13/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.65 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Hushed into flint, crowded into coal
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7/14/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.66 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Into the flower of the north
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7/15/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.66 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the bend of any morning
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7/16/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.66 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The rabbits in their fur
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7/17/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.66 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Before the towrope broke
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7/17/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.67 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The Western Cycle (page of prose notes)
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7/2/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.68 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Not being Charlemagne I steal
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7/19/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.68 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Kansas or any flat state coasting east
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7/19/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.69 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In hawthorn a flirt of wing
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3/9/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.69 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Be down by the track
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3/9/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.69 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Not so cold as night heroes
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3/9/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.69 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: To avoid the lion charge
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3/9/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.70 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The rushes by the river that approved Moses
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1/27/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.70 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Fleece and all plain disguise
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1/27/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.70 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Veneer and fleece of all my black
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1/27/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.71 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Waiting for a sunburst in the walkers
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1/14/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.71 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: I separate bone sprung to make this bone
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1/14/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.72 | "Glances"
Typed draft.
First line: Two people met. The sky in winter
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1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.73 | "Stared Story"
Typed draft.
First line: Over the hill came horseman, horseman, horseman
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1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.74 | "Glances"
Typed draft.
First line: Two people meet. The sky in winter
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1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.75 | "Querencia"
Typed draft.
First line: Here it is April again.... (prose)
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1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.76 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: Being a little stone, I feel the shadow of the great earth
(11/53)
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1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.77 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: It is in corners of our selves that the world is falling
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1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.78 | "Light at the Last"
Typed draft.
First line: It is in corners of ourselves that the world is falling
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1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.79 | "Watching the Jet Planes Dive"
Typed draft.
First line: We must go back and find a trail on the ground
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1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.80 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: Being a little stone, I feel the shadow of the great earth
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1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.81 | "One Home"
Typed draft.
First line: Mine was a Midwest home--you can keep your world
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1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.82 | "Visit Home"
Typed draft.
First line: In my fifties I will buy a hat
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1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.83 | "Connections"
Typed draft.
First line: Ours is a lost curst under swamp land
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1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.83 | "Whenever I See Rock or Steel"
Typed draft.
First line: Whenever I see rock or steel, I stop
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1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.84 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: Rain drives flat at our shack on the coast
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1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.85 | "On the Coast"
Typed draft.
First line: Rain drives flat at our shack on the coast
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1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.85 | "Connections"
Typed draft.
First line: Ours is a lost curst under swamp land
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1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.85 | "Whenever I See Rock or Steel"
Typed draft.
First line: Whenever I see rock or steel, I stop
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1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.86 | "Spectator"
Typed draft.
First line: Treat the world as if it really existed
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1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.87 | "Explorers"
Typed draft.
First line: At the falls of the river, the decision
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9/1/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.87 | "Contact"
Typed draft.
First line: They taste in honey that sour root
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1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.88 | "Coming into Now"
Typed draft.
First line: Make the moment go rich in your stammering
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1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.88 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: Treat the world as if it really existed
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1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.89 | "Gun of Billy the Kid"
Typed draft.
First line: When they factoried Billys gun
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1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.90 | "Instant"
Typed draft.
First line: With only a continent to help me
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1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.91 | "Coming out of Sleep"
Typed draft.
First line: In the early morning coming out of sleep
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1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.92 | "Through Kansas"
Typed draft.
First line: Kansas or any flat state coasting east
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1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.93 | "Myth Men"
Typed draft.
First line: Because in a storm they stand and wait
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1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.94 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: The silent place on Main Street where we walked across the
sword
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1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.95 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: A figure like a man down by the river
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3/18/1952 |
Box: 1 | 53.96 | "Fall Rain"
Typed draft.
First line: In the sky city of sleet
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1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.97 | "Three Tries"
Typed draft.
First line: Driven through councils of the young
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1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.98 | "Influence of Some Natural
Objects"
Typed draft.
First line: Whatever you called the sun would become suave
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1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.98 | "Captains"
Typed draft.
First line: Drubbed on the back by Nature
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1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.99 | "By the River"
Typed draft.
First line: We two, caught by the amber
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1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.100 | "Recoil"
Typed draft.
First line: The bow bent remembers home
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1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.101 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: Thru Kansas or any flat state coasting east (53)
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1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.102 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: It has been easy for us to see
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1/2/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.102 | "Knowing"
Handwritten draft.
First line: To know is a devious road
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1/2/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.103 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: There dwelt in a cave and winding I thought lower
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3/26/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.103 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In lamplight of late Street, one turning
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3/31/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.104 | "This House"
Handwritten draft.
First line: This house will hold long strokes of slate wind
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4/2/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.104 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The night will sway with fear
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4/2/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.105 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Down perfection comes
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4/7/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.105 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: On TV I see
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4/7/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.105 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Yawn of day in tall white houses
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4/8/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.106 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Those deeper plows and mile furrows
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4/8/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.106 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: Finding the nest of the lark
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1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.107 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The clod or cloud our plough shears
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4/11/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.107 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Putting thru nervous October
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4/11/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.108 | "Well Rising April"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The well rising without sound
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4/13/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.108 | "In Rain"
Typed draft.
First line: We came out of a wilderness
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1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.109 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: It is only by luck the world escaped my trap
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4/15/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.109 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Into the daylight I followed a blind man
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4/15/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.109 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: To avoid the lion charge
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1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.110 | "Well Rising"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The well rising without sound
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4/23/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.111 | "(page of prose notes)"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The music department.easily raises money...
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4/27/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.112 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Father said the flowers were buffalo beans
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4/28/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.112 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: They put the pearl inside the steel
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4/29/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.112 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Take longer rays
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4/30/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.113 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: And this is the still sea we thought would be waves
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5/1/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.113 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: They cast the seed in the dirt
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5/2/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.114 | "Two Evenings"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Counting the secretaries coming out of a building
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5/5/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.114 | "Two Evenings"
Handwritten draft.
First line: That man on the island
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5/7/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.115 | "Two Evenings"
Handwritten draft.
First line: That man on that island by not being seen
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5/7/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.115 | "Two Evenings"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Not the target, he could aim
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5/7/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.116 | "Two Evenings"
Handwritten draft.
First line: To what has been sent I have been immune
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5/10/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.117 | "Two Evenings"
Handwritten draft.
First line: A man could grow wise by not being seen
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5/15/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.118 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: To know for sure about oneself
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5/16/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.118 | "(story)"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The valiant among us have paths of danger
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5/16/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.118 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The valiant among us pause in the darkness
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5/17/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.119 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: On the park path when people meet
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6/1/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.119 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: As part of the morning we went thru the open parts of a
forest
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6/1/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.120 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: The world looking for itself
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1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.121 | "Two Evenings"
Typed draft.
First line: To what has been sent I have been immune
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5/1/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.122 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Should you walk along the river
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6/15/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.123 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In little puff, in mighty blast
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6/16/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.123 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: It takes courage to fail
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6/17/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.124 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: What the mountains are beyond
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5/26/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.124 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The still steel, a monument in a park
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5/26/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.125 | "Two Evenings"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Back of the stride of the power line
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5/1/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.125 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: They cast the seed in the dirt
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1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.125 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: There are eternities behind each other
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1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.126 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The birds eat any food put away in the tree
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6/19/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.126 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: On the bicycle of usual
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6/20/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.127 | "Ritual to Read to Each Other"
Handwritten draft.
First line: And there is a small betrayal in the mind
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6/23/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.128 | "Watching the Jet Planes Dive"
Typed draft.
First line: My look at the map
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1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.129 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: My public fancies to my horror I see
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6/20/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.129 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Slew around in spiral hope
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6/20/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.129 | "Watching the Jet Planes Dive"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Back of the forest and people
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6/21/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.130 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: There is no rehearsal: this program is now
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6/25/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.130 | "Recoil"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The bow bent remembers home
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6/25/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.131 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The way we smelled Heaven one day in the desert rain
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6/21/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.132 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Mother robin teaching birdy how to fly--
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6/25/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.133 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: A story: people are in a town...
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6/30/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.133 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: People put feet
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6/30/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.134 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Shelter those by daylight
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7/1/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.134 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Alarm. Four gongs that shattered
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7/1/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.135 | "Influence of Some Natural
Objects"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Whatever you called the sun it would become suave [cf. Alarm.
Four gongs...]
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1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.136 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Only the rejected
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6/3/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.136 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: When lions have looked their embers
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6/2/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.136 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The only good thing left in town,
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6/2/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.137 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The way to find out something important
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6/12/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.137 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the way of pleasure
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6/12/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.138 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: If as a result of immediate results...{prose}
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5/15/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.139 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: How hard they sing, the sound-blocked and the fair
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7/6/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.140 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: This old car--runs too fast:...[page of prose]
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7/25/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.141 | "Vespers"
Typed draft.
First line: I wear my shadow,so,
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1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.142 | "Incident"
Typed draft.
First line: The sun blames Nevada
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1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.143 | "Diamond-Back"
Typed draft.
First line: Come into this country, Pretty Fang, [2 sides]
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1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.144 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: Come into this country, Pretty Fang,
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1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.144 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: That grit farm land grain by grain
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1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.145 | "Outside"
Typed draft.
First line: The least little sound sets the coyotes walking
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1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.145 | "Research Project"
Typed draft.
First line: Our gray-eyed life
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1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.146 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: Unless the oak will nod
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1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.146 | "Vespers"
Typed draft.
First line: If the world should flare into the night of me
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1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.147 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: I saw the gulls being gulls
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1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.148 | "Incident"
Typed draft.
First line: The sun is blaming Nevada
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1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.148 | "Vespers"
Typed draft.
First line: I wear my shadow, so,
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1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.149 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Back up from the thermometer land
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2/3/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.149 | "Incident"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The sun is blaming Nevada
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2/3/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.150 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: On campus this morning... [page of prose]
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2/8/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.150 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: On the turning approving world
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2/10/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.151 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: They come out their balanced way
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2/10/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.151 | "To One Admired"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Since there must go with kings and other such
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2/10/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.152 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In gesture for all the stern land
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2/11/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.152 | "Polyglot Sonnet"
Handwritten draft.
First line: No pasaron, tete a bull
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2/11/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.152 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In winter, surprised sun over hills
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2/11/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.152 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: They gave me rich, to forbid the necessary
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2/11/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.153 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The farm where chunk land grit by grit
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2/13/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.153 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: I saw the gulls being gulls
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2/13/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.154 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Christmas petal candle flame
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2/5/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.154 | "Research Project Los Alamos"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Our gray-eyed life
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2/7/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.154 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: An organization, me, plays a game
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2/6/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.154 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Grandma Farfarel brought into...[short story]
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2/7/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.155 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Unless the oak will nod
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1/29/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.155 | "Chicken Hawk / Vespers"
Handwritten draft.
First line: My shadow across the stone,
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1/29/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.156 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Wing before the sky
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1/31/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.156 | "Vespers"
Handwritten draft.
First line: If the world should flare into the night of me
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2/2/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.157 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: That hunk farmland grit by grit
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2/16/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.157 | "Outside"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The least little sound sets the coyotes walking,
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2/20/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.158 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Men came to gate...[story]
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2/21/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.158 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In this village on rock facing
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2/23/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.159 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: That night snow was general over Wyoming [story]
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2/27/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.159 | "Bitter Food"
Handwritten draft.
First line: She was one of those lucky tall girls...[prose]
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2/27/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.159 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: People spoke and their words were French, English,
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2/28/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.159 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Being only one, I missed hero
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2/28/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.160 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the blast of the years we pitch our scar
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7/1/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.161 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the slow summer on high street the measure was man
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1/2/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.162 | "Our People The Hero with a Thousand
Faces"
Typed draft.
First line: Under the killdeer cry
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1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.163 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Of the total we dont know,
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1/3/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.164 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Nearer by storm, the promises,
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1/7/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.164 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: For heat lightning threat
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1/8/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.164 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: On that white-faced day
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1/13/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.165 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: After work I go to see flat sides of things,
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1/10/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.165 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Down black trees on our land rain goes
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1/10/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.166 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: Leaders of the world may pose for newspapers,
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1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.166 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: Knowing is a devious road
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1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.166 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: I do not find you so dreadful
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1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.167 | "Calendar Jottings"
Typed draft.
First line: Watch the career of blue--
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1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.167 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: Wanted: some cousin
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1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.167 | "Grandpas World"
Typed draft.
First line: Richening, ripening sinks the sun
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1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.167 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: I held a quiet stone
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1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.168 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: Of the total we dont know,
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1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.169 | "Our People"
Typed draft.
First line: Under the killdeer cry
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1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.169 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: Down black trees on our land rain goes
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1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.169 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: Waiting for sunburst in the workers
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1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.170 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Down black trees on our land rain goes
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1/15/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.171 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: On that white-faced day
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1/5/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.172 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Chasing the white buffalo
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1/21/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.172 | "Diamond-Back"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Dangerous birds and animals
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1/25/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.173 | "Re-Tread"
Handwritten draft.
First line: On cannibal street
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1/25/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.174 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In cold gear the bulldozer ground (2/29/53)
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1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.175 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: They need to face themselves
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3/1/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.175 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Nothing is harder than life
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3/3/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.175 | "Need"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Leaning over, then endless
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3/3/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.176 | "Being"
Handwritten draft.
First line: So to be born, this one--that one
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3/18/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.177 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Lions and Canaries [Article]
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3/18/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.178 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: How Good was Robin Hood [page of ideas]
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3/18/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.179 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: When the great glacier came
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1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.179 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: You chose your side of the knife
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1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.179 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Quick as the snowflakes froze
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3/11/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.180 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: We came out of a wilderness
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3/18/1953 |
Box: 1 | 53.181/2 | "photocopy--2 pages"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Since the battle the trees have been sorry
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6/17/1953 |
Box: 2 | 54.1 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Fern believes the air worth touching
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1/10/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.1 | "Forest - Mountain - Plain"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Plain - being what we plan to be
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1/10/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.2 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Passing through perils where gathering faces
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1/5/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.3 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The man who sings and wont work (?story)
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1/4/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.3 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Let go of the words and fall
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1/4/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.4 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Where do the fountain and love belong?
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1/15/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.4 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: All of the once in a summer towns
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1/15/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.5 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Anyone could.
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1/18/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.5 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: We sit thinking Jesus
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1/18/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.6 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Kim, after seeing a man with one leg.(prose page)
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1/25/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.7 | "Stopping and Looking"
Handwritten draft.
First line: If you ever walk in that same way
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1/28/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.8 | "Secret Raging"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Mines of silence. Into the constructed day
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1/27/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.8 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Evening held my level city
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1/27/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.9 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Behind brick walls when morning has moved
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1/5/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.9 | "(?story)"
Handwritten draft.
First line: On the last day Bernice almost decided not to go
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1/6/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.9 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the foggy morning he parked near the art building (story)
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1/9/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.10 | "Weather Report"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Light wind at Grand Prairie, drifting snow
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1/31/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.11 | "Weather Report"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Light wind at Grand Prairie
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1/15/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.12 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Hold all spider strings; they hold up the world
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1/19/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.13 | "Pioneers"
Handwritten draft.
First line: West of the last mountains
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1/16/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.13 | "Pioneers (completed on reverse"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Ours is a school with faith
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1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.14 | "Pioneers"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Into the trackless rain forest, into the dark
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1/16/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.15 | "Intercepted"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Now, tense for purpose, with no way for the eye to be inward
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1/1/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.16 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Counted up to a million, they go off
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1/9/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.16 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The grid of regard in a room
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1/10/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.17 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Pump handles, they dont do much, but always, things
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1/12/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.18 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: You know, dont you? that it is getting away from us
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1/22/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.19 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In years when we stretched out
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1/23/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.19 | "Pioneers"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Fir trees, be our spire
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1/23/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.20 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Into and out of mines of silence
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1/26/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.20 | "Wager"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Sprung both ways from small
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1/26/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.21 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Between slid silences, night areas of talk
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1/18/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.21 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The slow wagons go by. Lightning comes out of them.
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1/21/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.21 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: I wish I had back in their cages
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1/21/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.21 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Little motions that spring the door
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1/21/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.22 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Curve is always and everywhere
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1/17/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.22 | "I Need Mistakes?"
Handwritten draft.
First line: To see so dark a world takes ignorance
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1/17/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.23 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Over the slope on the easy side
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1/23/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.23 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: A couple take their children to a party(story)
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1/24/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.24 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: I think every animal, believe them part by part
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2/7/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.24 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Probably only rushing sounds extend
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2/9/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.25 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: They are able to have just the wind sound (story: couple on a
lookout)
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3/1/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.25 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Not on the map or in a book
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3/1/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.26 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The weather wont do any more
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2/12/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.27 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Holding in one hand the last quietness
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2/2/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.27 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: What waits in troll of tomorrow / is bait for today
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2/5/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.27 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Our saint window held always evergreen
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2/5/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.28 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Anything near us we will learn to love
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2/15/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.28 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In those wide fields hope ends
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2/15/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.28 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: There may be little storms
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2/15/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.29 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Thinking every animal, believing them part by part
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2/10/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.30 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Love needs no star or crown
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2/16/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.30 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: World wind is too big to find
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2/18/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.31 | "Poem for L & C College"
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the evening when the light is gathered
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2/6/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.32 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: I would spread out words and by them catch the world
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2/19/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.32 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Years with humble feet on the worn stair
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2/21/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.33 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Forth into the stone continent forever
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3/15/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.33 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: From tree bodies, from river bodies
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3/18/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.33 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Walking thru towns that hurt the sun
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3/21/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.34 | "Doubt on the Great Divide"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Boards cut in heaven, gripped in Platos table
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3/26/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.34 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Vine days rain blows far as cloud streams
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4/3/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.34 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: I rouse out a teacher - she cannot speak (story)
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4/3/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.35 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Every knowing is reneging, but at the last possible place
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3/21/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.35 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In our little town before the day train
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3/21/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.36 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: My tiger will defend the sacred cage
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3/6/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.37 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Picking at our eyes that calculated landscape
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3/15/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.37 | "Mile - Ride with Madge (story)"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Story of the filling station (story)
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3/15/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.38 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Though it should not be, I need your favor
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3/31/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.39 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Foggy mornings come back
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3/24/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.39 | "Pulling the steel curls... Doubt on the Great
Divide"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Pulling the steel curls into himself
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3/25/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.39 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Wood gripped into Platos table
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3/25/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.40 | "Pulling the steel curls... Doubt on the Great
Divide"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Our king will tell nothing but needed lies
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3/29/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.40 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In these cold windows lives once a day flame
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3/29/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.40 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: What if hill and cloud miss real breathing?
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3/29/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.41 | "Determinism"
Handwritten draft.
First line: If I choose one, they say it is only the world choosing
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3/8/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.41 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Once we learned beyond the mouse
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3/8/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.42 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The sound of belief steadies trees
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4/7/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.43 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: When the world says no - storm, cyclone
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4/5/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.43 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Down toward the center will be the moon
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4/5/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.43 | "By Highway 40 (line: these mountains have
heard God)"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Sudden truth will prove itself
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4/5/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.44 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: If a voice could be dark it would be a martyrs voice
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4/11/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.45 | "Story of shelter at the school for the
deaf"
Handwritten draft.
First line: There have been many passed in silence
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4/3/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.45 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: A wave of land, millenia frothed
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4/4/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.46 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In that country of serious trees there is one dune
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4/19/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.46 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Sing the twisty river, snags that rise
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4/23/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.46 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: Foggy mornings come back
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1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.47 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Within the snarl good people talk through, bright
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4/24/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.47 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The sun that welders watch, their helmets on
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4/24/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.47 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: With leaves I go farther into the woods
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4/24/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.48 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: A person, called when young to a job (story)
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4/26/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.48 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the cup you held me tomorrow swam
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4/26/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.48 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Three stories about authors
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5/1/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.48 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Just look at a picture, rain lives in it.
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5/3/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.49 | "Lewis & Clark"
Handwritten draft.
First line: We at the end of the continent stride
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5/25/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.49 | untitled
19540525
First line: Lewis & Clark"Hawk in the clock
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plane over ocean" |
Box: 2 | 54.49 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: It Sleeps Two (story)
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5/25/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.50 | "Lewis & Clark"
Handwritten draft.
First line: You lonely witness the face
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5/20/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.51 | "Lewis & Clark"
Handwritten draft.
First line: At large in your city is one who threatens by breathing
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5/13/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.51 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Some day when it will let me go; that will be in its time
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5/15/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.52 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The land looking for its future. These trees that called up
spring
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5/22/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.52 | "Lewis & Clark / Preface for the Poor
Mans Machiavelli cf 5/18/54"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Every prince needs a companion
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5/22/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.53 | "Lewis & Clark"
Handwritten draft.
First line: You lonely witness, at large in your city
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5/18/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.53 | "Carlsbad Cavern"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Ready to open the great eye
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5/19/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.53 | "Lewis & Clark"
Handwritten draft.
First line: We at the end of the stride followed by wagon
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5/19/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.54 | "For My Mother d 4/21/54"
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the cell exchanges where my secret was addressed to me
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5/3/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.54 | "At Sunrise"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Oh world blowing into this room as the curtains blow
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5/6/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.55 | "Fall Journey"
Handwritten draft.
First line: That if you say my name it will be sorry spring again
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5/7/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.56 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: All who North decided never to return
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6/11/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.57 | "Lewis & Clark"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The secret friends of these open lands
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6/4/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.58 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: At the end of our individual hearing
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6/6/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.59 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Tie, rail, spike
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6/2/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.59 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: I will find the hard
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6/2/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.60 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: While all runs on westward slope
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6/1/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.60 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In my autumn allegiance
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6/1/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.61 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: You put on your skates (prose)
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6/7/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.62 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: At the end of our individual hearing
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6/11/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.63 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Mother has come to where the birds wont let her breathe
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6/13/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.64 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Going into the world by the closest birds
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6/28/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.64 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: If we turn into the fast lane to collide with steel
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6/28/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.64 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Wind, pushing my door
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6/30/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.65 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Warm colliding particles get ready to become
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6/30/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.65 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Going down level in the btreathless water
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6/30/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.65 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Slabs of western, cool strangers related to kings
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7/2/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.66 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Mud through toes, Im from this land
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6/25/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.67 | "Minute Men"
Handwritten draft.
First line: How do we know what to resist?
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6/22/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.67 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: By good leaves, by air moving, by confident fields
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6/23/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.68 | "(?prose)"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The extension of rule beyond acceptance
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6/19/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.68 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: I have always been glad the road of the conqueror
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6/19/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.68 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: There is a kind of travel with automatic Indians
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6/19/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.68 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Oregon tones bearing steadily on the shocked air
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6/19/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.69 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Vein, if I take thought the feeling loses
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6/20/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.69 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Early groves celebrate a vein
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6/20/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.69 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Society jerked the rug out from under her (story)
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6/20/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.69 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Frozen lake, sending the outward look
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6/22/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.69 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: There are veins in the earth
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6/22/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.70 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Saved a million years ago by a fish that leaped ashore
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7/19/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.70 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: If ever I walked into that town again
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7/21/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.71 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The summer anchor in that watermelon
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7/22/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.71 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Promises coming far mount guitars
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7/22/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.71 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Lately before sleep I met myself
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7/22/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.71 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: There are tunes that make Mexico
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7/22/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.71 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The face will stand trial
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7/22/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.71 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: They cannot tell the new center
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7/22/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.71 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: An apparition of water the Yampa River
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7/22/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.71 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Slow to be right, I fear toward
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7/22/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.72 | "That other life"
Handwritten draft.
First line: When everything was put in place
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7/28/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.72 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Waiting with my face to stand trial
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7/29/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.72 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Off the giants back
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7/29/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.72 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: If I can hear the transformer and move in
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7/29/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.73 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Any plate state, plateau dry by August
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7/23/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.73 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: All the hills that spring kept promising
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7/25/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.73 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: I walk on the odd bricks, never direct
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7/26/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.74 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In that little rattle my daughter played
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7/31/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.74 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Do si do, and then the scent of pine
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7/31/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.74 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Where little is no more near
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8/1/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.74 | "Refinery"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Hear. Distant steam, staccato ratchet
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8/1/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.74 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Some watch in this world
|
8/1/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.75 | "Visit Home"
Handwritten draft.
First line: How to hold the windshield up
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8/27/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.75 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: For you to know someone has to be fooled
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8/27/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.75 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the bend of Oregon light
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8/27/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.76 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Striding kingdoms of the street, we lose them
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8/25/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.76 | "Fall Journey"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Evening came, a paw, to the gray hut
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8/25/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.76 | "Old Scout"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Holding heretical ideas about uncontroversial subjects
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8/27/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.77 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Transferred, we put a few years to interest
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8/2/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.77 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Being one to notice things, I have to be careless
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8/2/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.77 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Because I am already moving, the world fans me
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8/2/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.77 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Back through the deep winter before uranium knew
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8/2/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.77 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Past the cornstalks writing on the sky
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8/3/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.77 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Thru sere stalks at harvest time
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8/3/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.77 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: My dog and I do more than hunt
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8/3/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.78 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: [The Atlantic and young poets] (prose page)
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8/2/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.79 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Cold will find love here in my hand, free
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8/7/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.79 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Coal fading becomes elsewhere glow
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8/11/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.80 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The open that is now and meets the turning world
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8/20/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.81 | "Preparedness"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Knowing the explosion would occur
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8/22/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.81 | "At the Metolius River"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The water in the Metolius
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8/22/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.82 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: There is a person in the world - you know
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9/25/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.83 | "Outreach"
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the barefoot dark without a cry
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9/23/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.84 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Not loaded for their greatness
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8/27/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.84 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Deed color of digging legs
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8/27/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.84 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Our land has little deed color
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8/28/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.85 | "Temporary Facts"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The look you had, Agnes, was a temporary fact.
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9/3/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.86 | "Outreach"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The sound of midnight will be my sound
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9/3/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.86 | "Trail Waiting to Find Itself"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Will the hawk spiral where spirals go?
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9/5/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.87 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Sapping the bases of public speech, what big teeth,
grandmother
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9/7/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.87 | "Identity"
Handwritten draft.
First line: I am fates memory, the coming to
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9/7/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.88 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Throne of west wind on trail cliff
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9/5/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.88 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Mountain borrowed from the earth
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9/5/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.88 | "Identity"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Where I am the slow arrival, the coming to
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9/5/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.89 | "Project"
Handwritten draft.
First line: What Earth Yields, corn, apples, fruit and root
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9/10/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.89 | "Dream"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Sun thru yellow glass, green, blue
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9/13/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.89 | "Outreach The Drift Net"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Fog speaking back to the foghorn, dawn
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9/13/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.90 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Some place where the wanted will orphan
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9/16/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.90 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Taking the world near or far
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9/21/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.91 | "Things in a Museum / Solid Things / Museum
Pieces"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Look here - I put the next thing in your hands
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9/29/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.92 | "No Little Men, Kids"
Handwritten draft.
First line: There are no little men, kids, in these mountains
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10/5/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.92 | "(story)"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Student cant get idea of Petrarchan conventions
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10/5/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.92 | "Extreme Action"
Handwritten draft.
First line: It is my faiths duty to find less hurt
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10/5/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.93 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: When they rip the screaming of the sky
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10/27/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.93 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Quail claimed the land with their little feet
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10/27/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.93 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Furrowed for miles by the mirror plow
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10/27/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.94 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the mud under a tree a bluejay screamed a robins egg
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10/27/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.95 | "Lyf So Short"
Handwritten draft.
First line: That cage in gold, corona in the dark,
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10/8/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.96 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: A little while men will hold their way
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10/11/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.96 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: And yet I really am ready to free the prisoner
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10/12/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.96 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The near flat non-specialized me is here
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10/17/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.97 | "Striding or slower"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Going around in the slow day
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10/14/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.98 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Looked up from working the breaks by the river
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10/14/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.98 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: I stole my future from a little town
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10/14/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.99 | "Midnight is close to the ocean"
Handwritten draft.
First line: By turning I caught the mountain
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10/17/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.100 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Everything is made of tiny hard particles
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10/26/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.100 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the secret part of the world where the good begins
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10/27/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.101 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The trap we built when we tried a room
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10/24/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.101 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Those milkweed starting all toward the south
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10/24/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.101 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Forgotten, the reason is left forgotten
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10/24/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.101 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Limbs trying to realize, the trunks of trees
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10/30/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.101 | "Japanese poem (just composed)"
Handwritten draft.
First line: What will happen / begins in the dark
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10/30/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.102 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Between the stones at little places
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11/23/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.102 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In ocean forest where giant strode
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11/29/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.103 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Forgotten - the reason for change has been forgotten
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11/2/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.103 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: When we camped on Little River (story)
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11/7/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.103 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Turning and looking the high look
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11/7/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.103 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The drugstore in Plains, Kansas (story)
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11/14/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.104 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Considering the question, Wystan peeled an orange
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11/20/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.105 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Whatever time is trying to do
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11/15/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.105 | "For little men"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Going toward something, he cant keep going back
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11/15/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.106 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Migrations of little positive things
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11/30/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.107 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Lost among bric a brac those are the saved
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11/29/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.107 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: It is a piece of November that flew over here today
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11/29/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.107 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: When I was a mule (story)
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11/29/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.108 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Wide as the streets, in bars that slid on bricks
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12/4/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.108 | "Sunset:Southwest"
Handwritten draft.
First line: In front of the post office holding the adaptable flag
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12/4/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.109 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: After any stone sun saw
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12/17/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.109 | "Thinking for Berky"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Taking my case to that still corner
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12/17/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.110 | "Sunset:Southwest"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Christ will come to us the day the world ends
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12/1/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.111 | "Thinking for Berky"
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the late night listening from bed
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12/20/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.112 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Steady, bringing it in, behind the window
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12/28/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.113 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The God that lets me fall from joy to joy
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12/29/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.113 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: If the cone of crystal love
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12/29/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.114 | "Extreme Action"
Typed draft.
First line: It is my faiths duty to find less hurt
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1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.115 | "Identity"
Typed draft.
First line: I am the slow arival, the coming to
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1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.116 | "Old Scout"
Typed draft.
First line: Holding heretical ideas about uncontroversial subjects
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1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.117 | "Outreach"
Typed draft.
First line: In the barefoot dark without a cry
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1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.118 | "Cedars"
Typed draft.
First line: Those were dark tress on their slow ways
|
1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.119 | "In the Museum"
Typed draft.
First line: Like that, I put the next thing in your hands
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1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.120 | "Public Speech"
Typed draft.
First line: Grandpa Ego with his lying ear trumpet
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1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.121 | "Outreach"
Typed draft.
First line: In the barefoot dark without a cry
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1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.122 | "Listening to Students"
Typed draft.
First line: On a dark pivot the talk veers
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1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.123 | "At the Metolius River"
Typed draft.
First line: Water in the Metolius
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1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.124 | "Preparedness"
Typed draft.
First line: Knowing the explosion would happen
|
1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.125 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: By good leaves, by air moving, by confident fields
|
1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.126 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: Multiple face of Nootka Flow
|
1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.127 | "That Other Life"
Typed draft.
First line: A stray deer, foot lifted, that other life
|
1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.128 | "Final Sound"
Typed draft.
First line: A lie has the truth of its vehemence
|
1/1/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.129 | "Visit Home"
Typed draft.
First line: How to hold the windshield up
|
1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.130 | "Fall Journey"
Typed draft.
First line: Evening came, a paw, to the gray hut by the river
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1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.131 | "Night Cruise"
Typed draft.
First line: Our boat slammed all night in the channel
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1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.132 | "Tillamook Burn"
Typed draft.
First line: These mountains have heard God
|
1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.133 | "Hail, Mary"
Typed draft.
First line: Cedars darkened their slow way
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1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.134 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: By the edge of a still town... (prose poem)
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1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.135 | "December"
Typed draft.
First line: Migrations of little positive things
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1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.136 | "Lore"
Typed draft.
First line: Dogs that eat fish edging tidewater die
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1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.137 | "Sunset:Southwest Sunset Taos"
Typed draft.
First line: In front of the postofice holding the adaptable flag
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1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.138 | "December"
Typed draft.
First line: Migrations of little positive things
|
1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.139 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: Going around in the slow day
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1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.140 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: I spring bone separate to make this bone
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1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.140 | "Day"
Typed draft.
First line: On that white-faced day
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1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.140 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: In the dark that night I thought
|
1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.141 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Wherever time goes I must follow
|
7/2/1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.143 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: If the high eagle could gaze with sorrow
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1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.144 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: If the high eagle could gaze with sorrow
|
1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.145 | "Testimony"
Typed draft.
First line: Mud through my toes Im from this land
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1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.146 | "Testimony to an Inquisitor"
Typed draft.
First line: Mud through my toes Im from this land
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1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.147 | "Climbing"
Typed draft.
First line: Mine is only a zigzag faith
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1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.148 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: A division of sight that put choice in your day
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1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.148 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: I turn the tiny screw in my hand like this
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1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.148 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: If time wont let a thing happen, I hurry there
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1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.149 | "Circle of Breath"
Typed draft.
First line: The night my father died the moon shone on the snow
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1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.150 | "Sent to Read This Land"
Typed draft.
First line: Rushing up to intruders like a dog
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1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.151 | "At the Bomb Testing Site Two
Watchers"
Typed draft.
First line: At noon in the desert I saw a panting lizard
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12/15/1953 |
Box: 2 | 54.152 | "Portrait of Barney"
Typed draft.
First line: Compelled by Daddy and the careful plates of money
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1954 |
Box: 2 | 54.153 | "At Liberty School"
Typed draft.
First line: Girl in the front row who had no mother
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1954 |
Box: 2 | 55.1 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: Dawned from a past, wide faces go by me
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1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.1 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: I am of a past so absolute that it will speak,
|
1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.2 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: At school I do not do very well
|
1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.2 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the grove I look at the tall trees;
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1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.3 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: Wing before the sky
|
1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.3 | "Vespers not as SCBT"
Typed draft.
First line: I wear my shadow, so,
|
1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.4 | "To Know, Not Do On Bravery without
Intelligence"
Typed draft.
First line: Lost at the time of Coeur de Lion,
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1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.5 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: Snowflakes fall so casual
|
1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.6 | "Then"
Typed draft.
First line: It was all simple and square
|
1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.7 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: This Now that meets the world
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1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.8 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: Past the cornstalks crossed at harvest time
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1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.9 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: Past the cornstalks ...(contd.): When everything was....
|
1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.10 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: History drives hard bargains:
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1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.11 | "Lecture"
Typed draft.
First line: Out the window take this look:
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1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.12 | "Action"
Typed draft.
First line: The bolos a knife you pick up at the awkward end
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1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.13 | "Conservative Poem"
Typed draft.
First line: The young who looked for the Marxist
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1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.14 | "Parentage"
Typed draft.
First line: My father didnt really belong in history
|
1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.15 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: Snow can walk so equally
|
1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.16 | "Journal of Sacajewea"
Typed draft.
First line: Hungry men. They come from a deep country.
|
1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.17 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: Where flakes become there is no time
|
1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.18 | "Penseroso"
Typed draft.
First line: When rain cuts down wherever it can through the grass
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1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.19 | "Margins"
Typed draft.
First line: Plan to have slow wing beats
|
1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.20 | "Thinking for Berky"
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the late night listening from bed
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1/4/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.21 | "Thinking for Berky"
Typed draft.
First line: In the late night listening from bed
|
1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.22 | "Tillamook Burn"
Handwritten draft.
First line: These mountains have heard God
|
1/6/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.23 | "Tillamook Burn"
Typed draft.
First line: These mountains have heard God (1/55)
|
1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.24 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Complementary evil equals good,
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1/21/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.24 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The snowflakes fall mathemetical
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1/25/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.25 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: By soft it snows, by soft
|
1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.25 | "Exact"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Migration of little positive things
|
1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.25v | "Hail, Mary"
Typed draft.
First line: Cedars darkened their slow way
|
1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.25 | "December"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Migrations of little positive things
|
1954 |
Box: 2 | 55.26 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: How? All going toward later
|
1/25/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.27 | "Church Filled Up with Snow"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Coming down here and stopping
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1/20/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.27 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: From the beginning it was hard to make the approach to Carmel.
[prose]
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1/20/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.28 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: That was the century when manners
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1/19/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.29 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Only this little glimpse--a going by--
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1/18/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.29 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Beyond the time a dog lops up his ears
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1/19/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.29 | "Circle"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The engine takes away the tires excuse
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1/19/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.29 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Parachutes going down become the mould of earth
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1/19/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.30 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Dark is constant. Any flash
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1/14/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.30 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: We plan to have slow wing beats on
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1/15/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.31 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The church that filled with snow
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1/10/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.31 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Campfires could guide late hunters
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1/14/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.32 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: To find them in a wilderness; all differences made small
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1/3/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.32 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: It was at last the corn, the turn of leaves [1/3/55]
|
1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.33 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: It is not fit that anyone should find
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1/2/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.33 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: It is a sprig of Easter not to have to answer
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1/2/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.34 | "(prose)"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Art is giving a pattern that manages feelings...
|
1/9/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.34 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Everything is the color eyes want it to be
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1/9/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.35 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: It is on the map; all goes from it and back
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1/8/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.35 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Let the walkers work it out.
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1/8/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.36 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The church has filled with snow
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1/1/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.36 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: My steadiness climbs crazy hills
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1/1/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.36 | "Cedars"
Handwritten draft.
First line: I put some trust in cedars
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11/9/1954 |
Box: 2 | 55.37 | "Lyf So Short"
Typed draft.
First line: I have lived in that room bigger than the world
|
1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.38 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: If we didnt do anything that made much difference
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1/31/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.38 | "Then"
Handwritten draft.
First line: It was all simple and square
|
1/31/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.38 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Here in your place a fact has arrived
|
1/31/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.39 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Snowflakes fall so casual
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1/24/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.40 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The young who looked for the Marxist interpretation of the
mountains
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2/20/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.40 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: History drives hard bargains
|
2/20/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.41 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The man I am going to be, I admire
|
2/20/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.42 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: He cannot put his feet with care enough
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2/18/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.43 | "Journal of Sacajawea"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Hungry men. They come from a deep country
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2/14/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.44 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Some prefer to be right, some heroic [2/15/55]
|
1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.44 | "Action"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The bolos a knife you pick up at the awkward end
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2/16/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.45 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Beside us perch all the birds we own
|
2/14/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.46 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: How marvelous brown the landscape was
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2/12/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.47 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Where flakes become there is no time
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2/12/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.47 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: With people who go on I strew away
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2/12/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.47 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Snow can walk so equally
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2/12/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.48 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: I have to live inside the camera to avoid being seen by it
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2/25/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.48 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Van Gogh post impressionist
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2/25/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.48 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Toward the Pacific on the snarled trail
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2/25/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.48 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The kingdom that he has, he walks
|
2/25/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.48 | "Action"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The bolos a knife you pick up at the awkward end
|
2/28/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.48 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: As the tall sky gave
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2/28/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.48 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Following pain down the spiral way
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2/28/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.49 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Biology class at beach (story)
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2/26/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.49 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The child thinking it play and feeling intimations
|
2/26/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.50 | "Lecture"
Handwritten draft.
First line: This instant like all other times is for a state
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2/23/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.50 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Floods black flare over chicken tracks
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2/23/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.50 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In fear the eyes close, holding some blackness dear
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2/23/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.50 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The year the flood came (story)
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2/23/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.51 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: A message came: something bad
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2/25/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.51 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: I ran inside the camera to avoid the picture
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2/25/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.51 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In flow from summer a great silence grew
|
2/25/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.52 | "Fair Warning"
Handwritten draft.
First line: I will know more times when you do wrong
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2/22/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.52 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The little prints of world
|
2/22/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.52 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: I am fatuous enough to like the people I meet
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2/22/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.53 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Places we count on, little towns
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3/24/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.53 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Dread flat lest said explode
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3/24/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.54 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Circling around their burly ways
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3/23/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.55 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: On a clear desert morning I gave my hand
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3/30/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.56 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Those fur-bearing Mennonites...(prose)
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5/4/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.57 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Whoever you were, and are, on slant streets
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3/20/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.58 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Heavy to lift the sky in Oregon
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3/28/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.58 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: It would be wise to winter in the summer of a sea
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3/28/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.58 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Calling little up far from cold
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3/29/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.59 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: When rain goes downward where it can thru the grass
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3/15/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.60 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: There are lands so evil that even the sheriffs a villain
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3/12/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.60 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: When I shaded my forehead I held that land
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3/12/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.61 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Going into the thing carefully
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3/12/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.61 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Even a furtive heroism can burn
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3/12/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.62 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Fold in; do not be too demanding. Only given fruit will jell.
|
3/6/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.62 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Beginning before, there are new thanksgivings
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3/6/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.62 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Wind on the carven race, past Boise
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3/6/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.62 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Whatever played the sinuous drops of the river
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3/6/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.63 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Why did we want to stilt and yellow-stare
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3/20/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.63 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Sometimes the light when evening fails
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3/20/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.64 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The people who put their palms together
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3/26/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.64 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The place we have is a little place
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3/26/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.65 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: It is easy to walk over frosty ground
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4/4/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.65 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: I defended the Tillamook Burn as beautiful
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4/4/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.65 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Coherence: in this kind of broken sky
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4/4/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.65 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The land up north no-one would call easy land
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4/4/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.66 | "Worlds Judgment"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Little seers, I am about to give you a bang
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4/5/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.66 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: A part of the earth, a mound
|
4/5/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.67 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Taking his from the station (story)
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4/27/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.67 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The closest I can come to being you
|
4/27/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.67 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The earth is only my favorite star
|
4/27/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.67 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Follow pain down the spiral way
|
4/27/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.68 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Holding my cup for the new wine
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5/5/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.68 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: At the farther land, one step beyond style
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5/5/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.68 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Style goes off a cliff
|
5/9/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.69 | "New Time"
Handwritten draft.
First line: To spin around the world in this kind of room
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5/1/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.70 | "Medical Research"
Handwritten draft.
First line: These cold ways into heart sounds
|
5/21/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.71 | "Green Mansions"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Listening leaves guard the continent
|
6/8/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.72 | "Green Mansions"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Listening leaves guard the continent
|
6/7/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.72 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: A jungle that speaks bird sounds, trees that care
|
6/7/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.72 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The singing child who found what we must find:
|
6/7/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.73 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: Heavy to lift is the sky in Oregon
|
1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.74 | "Green Mansions"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Only the actual rain
|
6/5/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.75 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The parasite I bring, the chance
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6/4/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.75 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The sleeping of the stars will finally win
|
6/4/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.75 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Its a certain kind of world which would have birds in it
|
6/5/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.76 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Passing the temporary comments, the axe
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5/24/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.76 | "Falling of the Snow Between"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The arm that lifts my hand was not my arm
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5/24/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.76 | "Falling of the Snow Between"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The sleeping of the stars will finally win
|
5/24/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.77 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: If there could be coherence in the life
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3/31/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.77 | "Falling of the Snow Between"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The sleeping of the stars will finally win
|
4/21/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.78 | "Falling of the Snow Between"
Typed draft.
First line: The sleeping of the stars will finally win
|
1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.79 | "Falling of the Snow Between"
Typed draft.
First line: The sleeping of the stars will finally win
|
1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.80 | "Falling of the Snow Between"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Identity. Where? The arm that can
|
5/24/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.80 | "Prose intro, ends We live in an occupied
country (Berky)"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Reader, you and I are starting on a long journey alone
|
5/24/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.81 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Leaves that listen hear the sun
|
5/10/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.82 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Hearing the sun into its place
|
5/18/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.82 | "In"
Handwritten draft.
First line: In will be, all will be in
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5/18/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.83 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: It seems that many things are happening
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5/14/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.84 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: For long I have known how it is (prose?)
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6/30/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.84 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the Atlantic is article by a woman (story)
|
7/1/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.85 | "Grave of Daniel Boone"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Leaving snake skin
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6/23/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.85 | ""
Handwritten draft.
First line: I name this rocket Away
|
6/23/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.86 | "Grave of Daniel Boone"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Foot the hour. Sun will break this trail
|
6/23/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.86 | "Grave of Daniel Boone"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Follow that hand going back
|
6/23/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.87 | "Grave of Daniel Boone"
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the evening when the quail
|
6/23/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.88 | "At the KlamathBerry Festival"
Typed draft.
First line: I envied him the places where he hadnt been
|
1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.89 | "Project"
Typed draft.
First line: From up where beavers hold the river together (prose)
|
1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.90 | "Project"
Typed draft.
First line: From up where beavers hold the river together (poem)
|
1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.91 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: My own mistakes have brought this perfect evasion-experience
|
2/7/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.91 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Back of what paid in any ordinary
|
2/7/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.91 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Sometime at a tangent
|
2/7/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.91 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Across a room some call
|
7/17/1953 |
Box: 2 | 55.92 | "For the Grave of Daniel Boone
Tapestry"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Going over the velvet falls
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6/20/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.92 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Fall as any single and fragile went alone
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6/23/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.93 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Lavish in the last
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6/16/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.94 | "B.C."
Handwritten draft.
First line: It was to find places bigger than their lives could
comprehend
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6/12/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.94 | "B.C."
Handwritten draft.
First line: In closed canyons by the glass-walled earth
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6/13/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.94 | "B.C."
Handwritten draft.
First line: The seed that met water spoke a little name
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6/13/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.95 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Thaw in Alaska Shy icebergs in the inland channel
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6/11/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.95 | "At the Beach"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Little drops of water
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6/12/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.96 | "B.C."
Typed draft.
First line: The seed that met water spoke a little name
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1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.97 | "Green Mansions"
Typed draft.
First line: Listening leaves guard the continent
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6/8/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.98 | "Project"
Handwritten draft.
First line: From up where beavers hold the river together
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6/9/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.99 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: One day looking out from the earth
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7/27/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.100 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Where were they really going, the pioneers?
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7/19/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.101 | "Message"
Typed draft.
First line: Once in a wood by where I was walking
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1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.102 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: I name this rocket Away.
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1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.103 | "Natural Scenes"
Typed draft.
First line: Pictures of how it is when you breathe
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1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.104 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Day should come straight at our state
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7/8/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.104 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: When I was hitchhiking a nurse going home (story)
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7/8/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.104 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: I might as well be wise
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7/8/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.105 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Start with any pup that cringes
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7/8/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.105 | "On Bravery without...."
Handwritten draft.
First line: Lost at the time of Coeur de Lion
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7/8/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.106 | "On Bravery without..."
Typed draft.
First line: Lost at the time of Coeur de Lion (7/55)
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1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.106 | "New Time"
Typed draft.
First line: To spin around the world in this kind of room
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1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.107 | "On Bravery without Intelligence: the Toad as
Coeur de Lion"
Typed draft.
First line: Lost at the time of Coeur de Lion (7/55)
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7/8/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.108 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: People who weave rattan
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7/8/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.109 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In science and math we may wait... (prose, 2 sides)
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1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.110 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: How small you were
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7/11/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.111 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The field learning summer
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7/7/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.111 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: That was the day we vectored in
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7/7/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.111 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In that footfall at the end of the longest Main Street
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7/7/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.111 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: I follow the straightest little bird
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7/7/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.112 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: No leaf knew how still it was
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7/5/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.112 | "Narrative with vector"
Handwritten draft.
First line: If it is time for talk
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7/5/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.113 | "Natural Scenes"
Typed draft.
First line: Pictures of how it is when you breathe
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1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.114 | "Message"
Typed draft.
First line: Once in a wood by where I was walking
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1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.115 | "Willa Cather"
Typed draft.
First line: Far west at night below brittle stars
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1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.116 | "Natural Scenes"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Pictures of how it is when you breathe
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7/3/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.117 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Passing suitcases of undeclared goods
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7/2/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.117 | "I bring this back"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Mine is one vote, discredited
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7/2/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.117 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the silent ice they are wise
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7/2/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.117 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: That day the flowers did not move
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7/2/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.118 | "Message"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Once in a wood by where I was walking
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7/1/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.119 | "Deer Stolen"
Typed draft.
First line: Deer have stood around our house
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1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.120 | "Deer Stolen"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Deer have stood around our house
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8/28/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.120 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: There must be one - some wisest
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9/1/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.121 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the woods that I leave to be festival
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8/22/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.121 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: More and more like the river
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8/23/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.122 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Child who summered your every day
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8/22/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.123 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: So much whispering in the halls
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8/23/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.123 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Valleys take the roll of the earth and remember it
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8/23/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.124 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In August at noon grapes hold units of dark
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8/25/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.124 | "Strokes Paralytic"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The left side of her world is gone
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8/25/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.124 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Trucks are tiring the city
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8/25/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.125 | "Strokes Paralytic"
Typed draft.
First line: The left side of her world is gone (8/55)
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1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.125 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: More and more like the rivers (8/55)
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1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.126 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The visitor in the refrigerator
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8/18/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.126 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: It is true that there was something
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8/18/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.126 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Climbing out of the sound of those instruments
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8/18/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.126 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In little circles that people make
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8/18/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.126 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: With my coffee pot I back into a little office
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8/18/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.127 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The air will come behind the wind
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8/16/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.128 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Out of this dirt, oak swirl
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8/14/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.128 | "Erie Canal"
Handwritten draft.
First line: By these ways plod men were here before
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8/16/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.128 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Pioneers on their fading trip
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8/16/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.129 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The lace my vision sends
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8/6/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.130 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The brain of the cloud the lightning
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8/4/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.131 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: We are inside something
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9/4/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.131 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Turning the edge of north toward the great assertion
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9/4/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.132 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The otherness of other people
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9/26/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.132 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: To stop things in the wild world
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9/26/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.132 | "Winter Orchard"
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the bereaved orchard
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9/26/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.133 | "Ice-Fishing"
Handwritten draft.
First line: When the night comes I will plunge my hand
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9/27/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.133 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Crouching in the old Haines, hearing... (story)
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9/28/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.134 | "Ice Fishing"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Not thinking other than what the hand does
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9/26/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.134 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Because diamonds are in the earth
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9/27/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.135 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: There was a bird that sang one time
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9/23/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.135 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: To work and sing or talk to myself
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9/25/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.135 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: But now - meeting the eye ray
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9/15/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.136 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: On the rocks the sea commands surf scorned
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9/21/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.136 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Following anyone right
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9/23/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.136 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: A bird in the captured plane
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9/23/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.137 | "Interrogation"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Wherever cool halls cross, in the shade
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9/16/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.137 | "Sayings from the Northern Ice"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Reverse derievd from what the woman says
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9/17/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.138 | "Sayings from the Northern Ice"
Handwritten draft.
First line: When the sun asks the earth for help to get up
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9/17/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.138 | "Sayings from the Northern Ice"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Wind has buried bear skulls in valleys north of here
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9/19/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.139 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Today the restoration comes
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9/15/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.139 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Ideal for listening, afraid enough to cringe
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9/16/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.140 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Two cries in the night have broken parallel
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9/11/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.141 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: What a terrible force the truth is!
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9/6/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.141 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: A flow of willows is my hope of heaven
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9/6/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.141 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: All that bespoken, all that retreated wisdom
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9/6/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.141 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The West has accidentally surprised our past
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9/6/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.142 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Straight south, at the end of our street, in
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10/31/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.142 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Reconstruct is chart. Call it swag--
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10/31/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.142 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: I saw how kind they were by the telephone wires
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10/31/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.142 | "I followed a trail hounds lost some years
ago)"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Nobody wanted to come to this town
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10/31/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.143 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Ask where we will, it is things that answer
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10/30/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.143 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Along the Cordilleras that go beyond fog
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10/31/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.144 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: These are jumps - near
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10/30/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.144 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Noble but less committed men
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10/30/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.144 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Though murder is old, the world transforms
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10/30/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.145 | "German Shepherd"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Maple infront of elm unsteady from storms
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10/25/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.145 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: There are allegiances the census missed
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10/25/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.145 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Little birds by chance that have been mine
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10/25/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.146 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Laugh at some requirements
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10/18/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.146 | "It Is the Time You Think"
Handwritten draft.
First line: A moose walks miles to grow up
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10/18/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.146 | "It Is the Time You Think"
Handwritten draft.
First line: In their silent cars I met the newest hunters
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10/18/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.147 | "It Is the Time You Think"
Handwritten draft.
First line: So red their jackets were and bright their guns
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10/17/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.147 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: I was far from the buckskin monuments
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10/17/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.147 | "It Is the Time You Think"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Deaf to process, alive only to ends
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10/17/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.147 | "It Is the Time You Think"
Handwritten draft.
First line: This is the country where Lincoln lived
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10/17/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.148 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Bonfire staccato in the wind
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10/16/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.148 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: I heard my ear. It was weakening
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10/16/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.149 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The smart remark that hjas no consequence
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10/7/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.150 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: A piece of literature that deserves. to last... I, II, III
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10/5/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.151 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: A piece of literature that deserves to endure... IV
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10/5/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.152 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: There is a footfall in our lives at night
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10/4/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.153 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: There is a footfall in my life at night
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10/4/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.154 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: A jet plane turned the town
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10/1/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.154 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The herds turning upwind are finding
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10/1/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.154 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Person secret about something (story)
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10/1/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.155 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: That serious face stands for a far-off sound
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11/30/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.155 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: If the sun could find a color
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12/4/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.156 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: What we do know - let it trundle
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11/19/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.156 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The folks at Blennerhassett would have charged
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11/19/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.157 | "Quiet Hour"
Typed draft.
First line: It is in candle stillness wise
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1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.158 | "Gunnison"
Typed draft.
First line: Down that wind from heights through desperate air
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1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.159 | "Remembering Upward"
Typed draft.
First line: Fistfuls of winter flung at our window
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1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.160 | "Flight from Denver"
Typed draft.
First line: Time is over that pass
|
1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.161 | "At the NCTE Meeting, NYC, November
1955"
Typed draft.
First line: Trying to act out what really was wrong with the place
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1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.162 | "At the NCTE Meeting..."
Typed draft.
First line: Trying to act out what really was wrong with the place
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1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.163 | "Recognizing Corn"
Typed draft.
First line: Come home you nuns whose robes have touched the corn
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1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.164 | "Corn Chant"
Typed draft.
First line: Come home you nuns whose robes have touched the corn
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1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.165 | "Corn Chant"
Typed draft.
First line: Come home you nuns...
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1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.166 | "Corn Chant"
Typed draft.
First line: Of all the cornfields meant our town was wary
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1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.167 | "Corn Chant"
Typed draft.
First line: Come home you nuns...
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1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.167 | "To the North Wind"
Typed draft.
First line: Inhale is from the world
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1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.168 | "At the NEA Meeting..."
Typed draft.
First line: Trying to act out what really was wrong with the place
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1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.169 | "Now Hear Me Here Recognizing
Corn"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Of all the cornfield meant our town was wary
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11/28/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.170 | "At the NCTE Meeting"
Handwritten draft.
First line: There were people there as honestly awkward as I
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11/29/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.170 | "A serious face...)"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Probably somewhere backward, by light of a candle
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11/30/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.171 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Maybe all we see we see backward
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11/29/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.171 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Maybe really to save me there is only one place in the world
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11/29/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.171 | "At the NCTE Meeting..."
Handwritten draft.
First line: Fundamental story, fundamental act
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11/29/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.171 | "To the North Wind"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Inhale is from the world
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11/28/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.171 | "Recognizing Corn"
Handwritten draft.
First line: But part of my allegiance is with corn
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11/28/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.172 | "When We Looked Back"
Typed draft.
First line: The most present of all the watchers where we camped
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1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.173 | "Platos Thought But the Decisions of
Aristotle"
Typed draft.
First line: I have no wide kings, never will
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4/6/1956 |
Box: 2 | 55.174 | "Anything Blue"
Typed draft.
First line: Lurking in time, the cobalt boat came out
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1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.175 | "With My Crowbar Key"
Typed draft.
First line: I do tricks in order to know
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1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.176 | "Men Dream a Machine to Dream Their
Dreams"
Typed draft.
First line: The cardinal is singing over the street
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1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.177 | "Final Report"
Typed draft.
First line: The two parts of the sky, broken to possible halves
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3/15/1956 |
Box: 2 | 55.178 | "In Atlantis"
Typed draft.
First line: There was no one to manage the sky
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1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.179 | "In Tangible Hell"
Typed draft.
First line: Those whose lives are a campaign
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1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.180 | "Life More Various Than Low"
Typed draft.
First line: Town turning to look at yourself on the hill
|
1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.181 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: They looked light but fell fast
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11/28/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.182 | "To the North Wind"
Handwritten draft.
First line: So it is to the North Wind I consign--
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11/21/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.182 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: That burden, then, whatever it is, accept
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11/21/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.182 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Think how it becomes - more dun, more pale
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11/28/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.183 | "To the North Wind"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Whenever that at the moment comes
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11/14/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.184 | "To the North Wind"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Owner of the field he lordly strides
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11/16/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.184 | "Quiet Hour and To the North Wind"
Handwritten draft.
First line: When cold came closer to the candle
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11/16/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.185 | "Lecture"
Typed draft.
First line: Out the window take this look
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1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.186 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Stanley Pargellian, Librarian (address)
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1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.187 | "Flight from Denver"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Time is over that pass
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11/9/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.188 | "Gunnison The Job Not Taken"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The knife divides that valley
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11/11/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.189 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the dark I need the light
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11/15/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.189 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Abroad here, not holding places assigned at home
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11/15/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.189 | "Enisled by Fear"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Enisled by fear I watch that sky
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11/15/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.190 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: The wealth of spite I owned in my home town
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1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.190 | "Remembered Upward"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Fistfuls of winter flung at our window
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1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.191 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: How silently into its arms
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11/17/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.191 | "Quiet Hour"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Stand in candle stillness wise
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11/18/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.192 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: My vote goes with the universe; this place is dead
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11/11/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.193 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Suddenly it is the bystanders
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11/6/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.193 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: This iris is the home of light
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11/6/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.193 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Eyes of hazel, wide askance
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11/7/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.194 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: I would honor the world in some common way
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11/5/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.194 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: A selective current, a complex pace
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11/6/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.195 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Catching that hand not striking anyone
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11/4/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.195 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: It is that absolute
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11/5/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.196 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Along the railroad now and then - flare
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11/4/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.196 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The disorganized hills of Pennsylvania
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11/4/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.196 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Strange as up and down the new people
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11/4/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.197 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Life here is lived by pieces of plan
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12/23/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.197 | "Dreamer"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Charging in the train across Utah
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12/23/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.198 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Down to gloried beginnings
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12/30/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.198 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Starting from far enough away to achieve harmony
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12/30/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.199 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: When he was sitting in a friends living room
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12/24/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.200 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: What got out of the picture?
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12/21/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.200 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The cheetah charges the farthest game
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12/21/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.200 | "Dreamer"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The gathered animals writhing on the ark
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12/23/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.201 | "Listening the Hours"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Listening the hours and missing snow
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12/20/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.202 | "Leavetaking"
Typed draft.
First line: Folders of apologies in the filing cabinets
|
1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.203 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: To hold thru Christmas year by year
|
12/21/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.203 | "Kids"
Handwritten draft.
First line: I heft their little bodies
|
12/21/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.204 | "Times Exile"
Typed draft.
First line: From all encounters vintages ensue
|
1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.205 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The seeing at any cost, at least seeing
|
12/19/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.205 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Certain exact phrases monster our talk
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12/20/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.205 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Men get in a fight about who will be Santa / Criminal hides as
Santa (story ideas)
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12/20/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.206 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Only the travel gear is my possession
|
12/19/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.206 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: For long I intended to cope with all details
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12/19/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.206 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The soft, the inner-taking of events
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12/19/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.207 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Recently I find myself needing... (page of prose)
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12/15/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.208 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Last night at Winger Auditorium... (page of prose)
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12/15/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.209 | "View from Here"
Handwritten draft.
First line: In Antarctica drooping their little shoulders
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12/13/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.210 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Last night I touched an instant
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12/9/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.211 | "Enisled by Fear"
Typed draft.
First line: In the dark I need the light
|
1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.212 | "At the NCTE Meeting..."
Typed draft.
First line: Trying to act out what really was wrong with the place
|
1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.213 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Dawned from a past, wide faces go by me
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12/7/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.214 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: One on the cardboard streets
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12/7/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.214 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: There are beaches moving on the coast
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12/7/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.214 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Waves will never find again
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12/7/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.215 | "Times Exile"
Handwritten draft.
First line: My unreal errands, once the sun goes down
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12/6/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.215 | "Times Exile"
Handwritten draft.
First line: From all encounters vintages ensue
|
12/7/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.216 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Pans in the kitchen hang above the register
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12/6/1955 |
Box: 2 | 55.216 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Now I can let this town hurt me
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12/6/1955 |
Box: 3 | 56.1 | "Study, Meditate, Pray"
Typed draft.
First line: On that retroactive road
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1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.1 | "Robin at a Time"
Typed draft.
First line: A robin at a time
|
1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.2 | "Lost Colony"
Typed draft.
First line: Waiting for help, they held on in Roanoke
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1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.2 | "Dreamer"
Typed draft.
First line: Charging in the train across Utah
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1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.3 | "On the Glass Ice"
Typed draft.
First line: It was time. Arriving at Long Lake the storm
|
1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.4 | "Poet Bites Job"
Typed draft.
First line: The wisest thing after the wisdom of time
|
1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.5 | "Tree at Home"
Typed draft.
First line: It isnt very far, place to place
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1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.6 | "On an Early Picture of the
College"
Typed draft.
First line: Sentiment, or some other kind of ivy, wont let
|
1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.7 | "Quiet and Steady"
Typed draft.
First line: Quiet and steady as a mound-builders mound
|
1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.8 | "Poet Bites Job"
Typed draft.
First line: The wisest thing after the wisdom of time
|
1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.9 | "Wuthering Heights"
Typed draft.
First line: The wise mans home is in little pieces
|
1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.10 | "In Public Tombs"
Typed draft.
First line: In public tombs where heroes lie
|
1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.11 | "Homeward The Tree at Home"
Typed draft.
First line: It isnt very far, place to place
|
1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.12 | "Sing the Child"
Typed draft.
First line: How small you were, my child
|
1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.13 | "Returned to Say"
Typed draft.
First line: Dawn like a rock after night of only opinion
|
1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.14 | "Professor at the Game"
Typed draft.
First line: By lending at need all over I spend
|
1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.15 | "In April Woods"
Typed draft.
First line: Defenceless in the April woods
|
1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.16 | "Professor at the Game"
Typed draft.
First line: By lending at need all over, I spend
|
1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.17 | "Along the Hoe Handle"
Typed draft.
First line: Along the hoe handle I often gaze
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4/1/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.18 | "In April Woods"
Typed draft.
First line: Defenceless in the April woods
|
1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.19 | "Summer Will Rise"
Typed draft.
First line: Summer will rise till the houses fear
|
1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.20 | "Not Policy, but Love"
Typed draft.
First line: Regarding river lights
|
1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.21 | "Move to California"
Typed draft.
First line: In the crept hours on our street
|
1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.22 | "Sing the Child"
Typed draft.
First line: How small you were, my child --
|
1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.23 | "Anything Blue"
Typed draft.
First line: Lurking in time, the cobalt boat came out
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1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.24 | "Final Report"
Typed draft.
First line: The rockets invite themselves rsvp
|
1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.25 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: The cardinal is singing over the street
|
1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.26 | "With My Crowbar Key"
Typed draft.
First line: I do tricks in order to know
|
1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.27 | "With My Crowbar Key"
Typed draft.
First line: Making my home in vertigo
|
1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.28 | "Sauvies Island"
Typed draft.
First line: Some years ago I first hunted on Sauvies Island
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1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.29 | "On Being Invited to a Testimonial
Dinner"
Typed draft.
First line: I am a trained and quiet intellectual
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1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.30 | "On Being Invited..."
Typed draft.
First line: I am a trained and quiet intellectual
|
1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.31 | "He Wrote in the Dust"
Typed draft.
First line: How solid and free like grains of sand
|
1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.32 | "He Wrote in the Dust"
Typed draft.
First line: Solid and free as grains of sand
|
1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.33 | "No One Who Hears Trusts Words"
Typed draft.
First line: No one who hears words can learn
|
1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.34 | "Stray Thought"
Typed draft.
First line: In the center of the intersection
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3/1/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.35 | "Encounter"
Typed draft.
First line: In the bright wind from the fields today
|
1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.36 | "Totem"
Typed draft.
First line: The sum of all swirls--and I was born
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1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.37 | "Reliant"
Typed draft.
First line: If I were lost in space I would choose a way
|
1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.38 | "On Quitting a Little College"
Typed draft.
First line: By footworn boards, by steps
|
1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.39 | "Father Marquette"
Typed draft.
First line: Going down, putting the serious question
|
1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.40 | "At the U.N."
Typed draft.
First line: Among what the good world speakers were saying
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4/25/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.41 | "With My Crowbar Key"
Typed draft.
First line: The desert it needs possesses my eyes
|
1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.41 | "Fall Wind"
Typed draft.
First line: Pods of summer crowd around the door
|
1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.42 | "Fallow"
Typed draft.
First line: All of it was airs end land
|
1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.43 | "Are My Hands Real?"
Typed draft.
First line: Coming across a track
|
1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.44 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: The victims of their brilliance
|
1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.45 | "At the U.N."
Typed draft.
First line: Among what the good world speakers were uttering
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4/25/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.46 | "For Tippy"
Typed draft.
First line: Faint bells from the college will sound over the knell
|
1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.47 | "Totem"
Typed draft.
First line: The sum of all swirls--and I was born
|
1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.47 | "Sauvies Island"
Typed draft.
First line: Some years ago I first hunted on Sauvies Island
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1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.47 | "Summer Will Rise"
Typed draft.
First line: Summer will rise till the houses fear
|
1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.48 | "Myself When Younger"
Typed draft.
First line: With my news nose and blotting paper eyes
|
1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.49 | "School I Just Built for You"
Typed draft.
First line: In the right place, for reasons too hard to tell
|
1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.50 | "Story of When Daddy Was a Boy"
Typed draft.
First line: At the end of the furrow the trembling legs of horses
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6/15/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.51 | "Robin at a Time"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Robin at a time
|
1/2/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.51 | "Lost Colony"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Starting from help they journeyed to Roanoke
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1/2/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.52 | "Quiet and Steady"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Quiet and steady as a mound-builders mound
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1/4/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.52 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the walk of a quiet man
|
1/4/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.52 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: It is discovered, Coleridges cone / of sand
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1/4/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.53 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: What I said and what you said
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1/3/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.54 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The accustomed place, then the call
|
1/2/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.54 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Because this is the place
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1/2/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.54 | "Study, Meditate, Pray"
Handwritten draft.
First line: By part and part achieve
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1/2/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.55 | "Move to California"
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the crept hours on our street
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1/27/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.56 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Because they live the tides
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1/25/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.56 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Knowing is for many things;/feeling is for one thing
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1/26/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.56 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: At the black tread, the next years of our town
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1/26/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.57 | "Move to California"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Getting up, still mittened by sleep, I stand
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1/25/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.58 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Symmetry was my shadow. Wild it went
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1/20/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.59 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Imposing false pride on the rest
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1/20/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.59 | "In Public Tombs"
Handwritten draft.
First line: In public tombs where heroes lie
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1/20/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.60 | "Wuthering Heights"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The wise mans home is in little pieces
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1/24/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.61 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: When the streams become and in their banks
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1/19/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.61 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the rock, many tunnels
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1/20/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.61 | "In Public Tombs"
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the tomb where heroes lie
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1/20/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.62 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Whatever slanting thing I have to do
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1/15/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.62 | "Sayings from the Northern Ice"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Sled runners cannot decide to join
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1/15/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.63 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: It is near to be in the world together
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1/12/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.63 | "Poet Bites Job"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The wisest thing, after the wisdom of time
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1/12/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.64 | "Music by Candlelight"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Our country doesnt like us to forget
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1/11/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.64 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Symmetry is my shadow. Wild it went
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1/11/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.64 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: From their height the soldiers
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1/11/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.65 | "Leavetaking On Quitting?"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Folders of apologies in the filing cabinets
|
1/9/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.66 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Just the same, one at a time, separate
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1/8/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.66 | "On the Glass Ice"
Handwritten draft.
First line: It was time. Arriving a Long Lake the storm
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1/9/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.67 | "My Case Against Kansas / Manchester College
On an Early Picture of the College"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Sentiment, or some other kind of ivy, wont let
|
1/10/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.68 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: No man is going to come, no god
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1/12/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.68 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Beavers. with all of their foolish successes
|
1/12/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.68 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Not even put out wings
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1/12/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.69 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: North of Alamagordo...(page of prose)
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1/28/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.70 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Contrite
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1/29/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.70 | "Not Policy, but Love"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Regarding river lights
|
1/30/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.71 | "Summer Will Rise"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Summer will rise till the houses fear
|
1/31/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.71 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: This is the town where winter will come
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1/31/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.71 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: What wild hands will reach for us?
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1/31/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.72 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: David Copperfield... (page of prose)
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2/3/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.73 | "In Atlantis"
Handwritten draft.
First line: There was no one to manage the sky
|
2/7/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.74 | "On Being Invited to a Testimonial
Dinner"
Handwritten draft.
First line: I am a furred and quiet intellectual
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2/21/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.75 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Flow of this any place
|
2/20/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.76 | "Intellectual Rat"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The dark room I inhabit I know out
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2/16/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.76 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: But when there are obstructions I flow by
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2/17/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.77 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Every face of all the world
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2/10/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.78 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: That island is gone where birds found
|
2/7/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.78 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Anger of things is not known
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2/9/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.79 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the white wind from the earth today
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2/14/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.79 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: I will hope in the dust, as all dusty lands have been
religious
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2/14/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.79 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: From yesterday, with what it meant
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2/14/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.80 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the spring there comes the hour when it is almost--
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2/23/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.80 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: They say Gandhi would not change his looks
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2/24/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.81 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: I will write carefully here in the dust
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2/15/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.81 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: As long as this dust will drift and lie
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2/15/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.82 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: As if it is a struggle
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2/18/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.82 | "Sauvies Island"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Sauvies Island was off the path, except for game
|
2/19/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.83 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Do not let me think we know many things
|
2/29/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.83 | "Reliant"
Handwritten draft.
First line: If I were lost in space I would choose a way
|
2/29/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.84 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Not by daylight, turning suddenly west from the porch
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2/11/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.84 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: We open our eyes in the dark
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2/11/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.85 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Data for how we should become outward...(p. of prose)
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2/29/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.86 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Events and things have two kinds of relations (prose)
|
2/11/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.87 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Caught sometimes, we have stopped
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2/6/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.87 | "Churches"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Going more clearly than any alley
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2/6/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.88 | "Scenes at Yaddo"
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the fountain of the music
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2/5/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.88 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: About ready. Here, about ready
|
2/5/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.89 | "Trace, My Dog"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Trace, my dog, the hand a wind puts on your nose
|
2/13/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.89 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Break-window hail, or a night that does not breathe
|
2/13/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.90 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Cold as the bells might be
|
2/6/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.90 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Everything offered is conquered by those who love it
|
2/6/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.90 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: She tried to save by her great anger (story)
|
2/6/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.91 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: A place that sang me over twenty years
|
2/3/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.91 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Having time and the broad track
|
2/5/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.92 | "Myself when Younger"
Handwritten draft.
First line: With my news nose and blotting paper eyes
|
3/28/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.93 | "With My Crowbar Key"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Making my home in vertigo
|
3/28/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.94 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: When I go back, and then it comes--
|
3/7/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.94 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Town turning to look at itself on the hill
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3/8/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.95 | "To Tangible Hell"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Walking separate in the hall
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3/14/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.95 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The boy who would not leave home
|
3/14/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.95 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The two parts of the sky
|
3/14/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.96 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: All things that are fast we do
|
3/6/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.96 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the center of the intersection
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3/6/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.97 | "Prairie Town Hutchinson, Kansas"
Handwritten draft.
First line: There was a river under that whole town
|
3/1/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.98 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Fourteen days in June were the last
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3/5/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.98 | "Good Boy"
Handwritten draft.
First line: He held three spans of lightning
|
3/5/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.99 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In definite limbs that pour
|
3/6/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.99 | "No One Who Trusts Words"
Handwritten draft.
First line: No one who hears words can learn
|
3/6/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.100 | "On Quitting a Little College"
Handwritten draft.
First line: By footworn boards, by steps
|
3/13/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.101 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Absent pictures, this blank I pass to you
|
3/11/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.102 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The two parts of the sky
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3/14/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.102 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Just being the possible
|
3/15/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.102 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The first pioneer and the first axe
|
3/15/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.102 | "Final Report"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The rocket invites itself rsvp
|
3/15/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.103 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Both hold the light. It is in the change from slow
|
3/31/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.104 | "With My Crowbar Key"
Handwritten draft.
First line: I turn and follow under the house
|
3/29/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.105 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Maybe hearing shakes even a mountain
|
3/8/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.105 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: On that shell, on the field, over the sunset
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3/9/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.105 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Clinker, fill
|
3/9/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.106 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: No one could dream that hard
|
3/15/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.107 | "Anything Blue"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Lurking in Time, the cobalt boat came out
|
3/20/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.107 | "With My Crowbar Key"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Making my home in vertigo
|
3/20/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.108 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The meeting each wild beast
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3/16/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.108 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: For wise to get right, officials pose
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3/17/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.109 | "Totem"
Handwritten draft.
First line: My confederate among the animals
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3/11/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.109 | "Father Marquette"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Going down, putting the serious canoe
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3/12/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.110 | "Quakers"
Handwritten draft.
First line: By wearing a black shirt, by walking in the alley
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3/31/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.110 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the right place, for reasons too hard to tell
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4/1/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.111 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: A person goes from friend to friend (story)
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3/17/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.111 | "With My Crowbar Key"
Handwritten draft.
First line: I heard the well bucket strike something soft in the dark
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3/18/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.111 | "Anything Blue"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The long boat that was cobalt
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3/20/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.112 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The demon that takes my hand/when I take pen to write
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3/20/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.112 | "With My Crowbar Key"
Handwritten draft.
First line: What I want to give is more than a trick (prose)
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3/20/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.113 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Total arrival as the hours go by
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3/21/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.114 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Because they are finding all gestures flat
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3/26/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.114 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: On the tracks of diesels that tilt with mountains
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3/26/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.115 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Read these few words by firelight, and eyes back of the page
remember
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4/13/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.115 | "Returned to Say"
Handwritten draft.
First line: And whenever I face north a lost Cree
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4/13/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.115 | "Along the Hoe Handle"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Along the hoe handle at the sacrament
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4/17/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.115 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Part of the pay in being a bird
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4/17/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.115 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: We plot in our veins the vacancy
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4/17/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.116 | "Returned to Say"
Handwritten draft.
First line: By remote shores the trillion tries of spring
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4/12/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.116 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: For dawn like a rock, after night of only opinion
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4/12/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.117 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Sand has begun to cut the sill
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4/17/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.118 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Walking toward the step that will be the way
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4/9/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.118 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Edges of knowing lace out
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4/9/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.119 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: I have no wide kings, never will
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4/6/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.120 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Seeing the place over sights of a rifle
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4/1/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.120 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: So far
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4/3/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.120 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Sudden off, that looked slow slant
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4/6/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.120 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Night lights in quiet houses
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4/6/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.121 | "At the U.N."
Handwritten draft.
First line: Among what great speakers were uttering that day
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4/25/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.121 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: At places the wind still flutters over
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4/25/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.121 | "For Tippy"
Handwritten draft.
First line: After we saw Tippy run over (prose)
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4/25/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.122 | "For Tippy"
Handwritten draft.
First line: At the speech teachers house
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4/29/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.122 | "At the U.N."
Handwritten draft.
First line: Among what the great world speakers were uttering
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4/25/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.123 | "Farm on the Great Plain"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The telephone line is cold
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4/25/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.124 | "Farm on the Great Plain"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Hello, is Mother at home?
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4/27/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.124 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The victims of their brilliance
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5/1/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.125 | "Farm on the Great Plain"
Typed draft.
First line: A telephone line is cold
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1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.125 | "For Tippy"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Faint bells from the college will sound over the knoll
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1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.126 | "Farm on the Great Plain"
Typed draft.
First line: A telephone line goes cold
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1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.127 | "Along the Hoe Handle"
Handwritten draft.
First line: A great success might abandon the hoe
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4/23/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.127 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: My look at what comes toward me
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4/24/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.128 | "In April Woods"
Handwritten draft.
First line: I knelt by the skeleton in the hickory wood
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4/23/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.128 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Over the rivers and out into the prairie
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4/23/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.128 | "Along the Hoe Handle"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Along the hoe handle I often gaze
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4/23/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.129 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Finding corduroy in the way of this direction
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4/19/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.129 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: All we saw together has been ever since a sign
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4/19/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.129 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Where water slides and bubbles bounce behind the rocks
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4/20/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.130 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: On places the wind will flutter over
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4/10/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.130 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Going back, never challenging anything here
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4/10/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.131 | "In April Woods"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Defenseless in the April woods
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4/21/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.131 | "In April Woods"
Handwritten draft.
First line: There are so many bones about, thin, white
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4/22/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.132 | "At the U.N."
Handwritten draft.
First line: Among the great speakers today
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4/20/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.133 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: From you to me by subter-phone
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4/11/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.133 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The house he has, brick
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4/11/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.134 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Representing certain distances
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5/9/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.135 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Only curves in the foreground
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5/12/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.135 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: When the not-here changes to here
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5/12/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.135 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: It is the late train
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5/12/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.135 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: By watching only cliches
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5/12/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.135 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Walking along I feel only rein
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5/12/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.136 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Broncos tho brief are wild
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5/9/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.136 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: They have turned a corner, and pushing on
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5/11/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.137 | "Are My Hands Real?"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Coming across the track
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5/8/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.138 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the little dreams of China cups
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5/20/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.138 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: To the real degree on the dial
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5/20/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.139 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Sometimes even today the old war strikes me
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5/2/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.139 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Every slow train on a lateral line
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5/2/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.139 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Secret emblems dent the air
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5/2/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.140 | "ByThe Snake River}, contd."
Handwritten draft.
First line: It and its accompanying desert possess my eyes
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5/15/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.140 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: A river a star could swim in
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5/15/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.140 | "Things Made of Little Arcs West of Your
City"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The shape of game fish progresses down
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5/18/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.141 | "Fallow"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Fields disced, lived, owned by Mr. Fallow
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5/13/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.141 | "Fallow"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Much of this is just airs and land
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5/13/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.142 | "By the Snake River"
Handwritten draft.
First line: They say every drop in the Snake remembers Jackson Hole
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5/15/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.143 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Tonight some star changed course
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5/5/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.143 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: They are my own people
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5/6/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.143 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The way things have managed to be
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5/6/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.143 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: We wave in here, wagging pencils
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5/6/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.143 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Oh close, and the serious wine
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5/6/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.144 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Ever in spring like this more richly forgotten
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5/2/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.144 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Slow trains, on tracks away from the mainline
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5/2/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.145 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: They disc away clods and thistle brooms
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5/14/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.145 | "Fall Wind"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Pods of summer crowd around the door
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5/15/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.146 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The bite in a state may be any slant
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5/3/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.147 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: By sparks we think and then the air
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5/23/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.147 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Dorothy, coming little way into the door
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5/24/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.148 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The whirling maple seeds
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5/30/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.148 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: On the country our doctor closed his door on
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5/30/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.148 | "At the Klamath Berry Festival (prose version)
Late Season"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Doctor wonders about berry ceremony (story)
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5/30/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.148 | "Willa Cather"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Far as the night goes, brittle as the stars
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5/30/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.148 | "By the Snake River"
Typed draft.
First line: They have sent me out in these desert places
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1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.149 | "At the Klamath Berry Festival (prose
version)"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Trying to tell how it was at the root and berry ceremony
(story)
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5/24/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.149 | "Wolf on the Little Island"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Gray woman fires up... (story)
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5/29/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.150 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Much the most serious wine
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5/9/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.150 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Representing certain distances
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5/9/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.151 | "Schoolhouse in the Flood"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The story of the mile (story)
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6/1/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.151 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the fall the dry leaves made a lonesome sound
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6/1/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.152 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: So many acres made a claim
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6/11/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.152 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Coercive prejudices of emphatic men
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6/11/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.153 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: If you will commute from deliberate
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6/12/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.154 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: By being lost I hear a bath of root
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6/15/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.154 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: If we can stay lost the little birds will feed us
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6/15/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.154 | "Story of when Daddy Was a Boy"
Handwritten draft.
First line: At the end of the furrow the trembling legs of horses
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6/15/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.155 | "Near the Super Market"
Typed draft.
First line: I stared after him, him humming Danny Boy
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1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.156 | "Before Anyone Spoke"
Typed draft.
First line: Before anyone spoke
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1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.157 | "Think of the Miles We Left"
Typed draft.
First line: Think of the miles we left
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1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.158 | "Through the Aquarium, Goggle All"
Typed draft.
First line: This is the way we feel things--never sure
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1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.159 | "Move to California"
Typed draft.
First line: Those who wear green glasses through Nevada
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1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.160 | "Move to California"
Typed draft.
First line: Gasoline makes game scarce
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1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.161 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: To this gray evening, Raymond Crown
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6/16/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.161 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In sunlight on our porch my father came
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6/16/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.162 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Sparrows have scored on every magnificence
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6/23/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.162 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: They say in the north Eskimos leave one flame
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6/23/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.163 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: All tangent folk who test your welfare
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6/24/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.164 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Hearing the things I say, I grow afraid
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6/25/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.164 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Traveling through summer we found a town with trees
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6/25/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.164 | "Joaquin Murietta"
Handwritten draft.
First line: In quiet streets behind adobe walls
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6/25/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.165 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: By distribution things are easy
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6/26/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.165 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Only the thorn tree estimates my worth
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6/26/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.165 | "Clash?"
Handwritten draft.
First line: No strategy would do
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6/26/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.166 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Not until today, or maybe yesterday, did the minnows return
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6/27/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.167 | "To a Book Donor"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Before the certain shade of our sun goes down
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6/27/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.168 | "From Point Lookout"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Paul Bunyans eyes took blocks of scenery
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6/29/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.169 | "Tornado Named Torque"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Into Torque by virtue of place
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6/29/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.169 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: How bland the pond gave back repose
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6/29/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.169 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Not very many triumphantly announced ridicules
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6/29/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.170 | "Clash"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The butcher knife is there
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6/25/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.171 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Running for miles on moonlight nights
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6/29/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.172 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: It isnt iron that hits, nor what calls out
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6/2/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.173 | "Hudson River Vistas"
Handwritten draft.
First line: A pride of Mohawks, their under-scalps all whiskied
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6/3/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.173 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The dance that firs make from a height
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6/3/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.174 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: That we have lived, if it be a gift
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6/3/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.174 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The circle of the pines, green memory
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6/4/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.174 | "Churches"
Handwritten draft.
First line: In their invented stillness
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6/4/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.175 | "Scenes at Yaddo"
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the fountain of the music with head bowed in the music
room
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6/4/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.176 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Penultimate poet with antepenultimate poetess
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6/5/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.176 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Turn to face your friend, the danger
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6/6/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.176 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Everyones face coming toward a mist
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6/6/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.177 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Penultimate poet with anti-penultimate poetess
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6/5/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.177 | "Grand Central Station"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Commissars are images in a railroad station
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6/5/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.178 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the dark I form the room
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6/6/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.178 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Do you know what you could have had?
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6/7/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.179 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: On our way somewhere we sat at this table
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6/6/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.180 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Many people may have plenty of room (prose comment)
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6/6/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.181 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Mustard plant, water weed hid Blackhawk
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6/7/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.181 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: When I would see the campfire go down
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6/7/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.181 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: You think no one should ask a better chance
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6/7/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.181 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: If it should happen that God should select you
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6/7/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.182 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Dog caught in fence in current (story)
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6/7/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.183 | "Panoramas"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Authority of space, deer trail amazement
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6/8/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.184 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Slow as a garden we find our places
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6/8/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.185 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The things that must be done.... (prose)
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6/8/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.186 | "Chief Dull Knifes Band"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Evangelist by silence, the upper plains
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6/9/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.186 | "Chief Dull Knifes Band"
Handwritten draft.
First line: I saw the peak surrender in the dark
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6/9/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.186 | "Chief Dull Knifes Band"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Across the pass by dark surrender of the snow
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6/9/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.187 | "Chief Dull Knifes Band"
Handwritten draft.
First line: One night against the blanket faces came excitement
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6/9/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.187 | "Chief Dull Knifes Band"
Handwritten draft.
First line: All peaks had surrendered
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6/9/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.188 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The place by the door scraped away in the stone
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6/10/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.188 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The place Im going is rock and high. / Sunset land
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6/11/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.189 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Trying if something real is there to hit against
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6/10/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.189 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: A few people Ive known knew I had to talk
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6/10/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.190 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Probably these miles are my reason
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6/12/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.190 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: If you look at your name -- you were a baby
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6/12/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.191 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The money of your life and the money of mine
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6/12/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.191 | "I Will Remember the Ways"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Along Sunday morning streets
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6/12/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.192 | "Representing Far Places"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Steep roads diverge. The ones I follow
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6/13/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.193 | "Ceremony"
Handwritten draft.
First line: On the second finger of my right hand
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6/14/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.194 | "Ceremony"
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the river my blood flowed on
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6/14/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.194 | "Representing Far Places"
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the canoe wilderness branches wait for winter
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6/14/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.195 | "Wyoming"
Handwritten draft.
First line: From the merciful pace of knowing in tentative lands
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6/15/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.195 | "Idaho"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Where clouds on the horizon maybe are something else
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6/15/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.195 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: When you passed our house in a hurry
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6/15/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.196 | "Traveling through the Dark"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Traveling in the dark I found a deer
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6/17/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.197 | "Augerer"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Around this cold, around this bright rock
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6/19/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.198 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: You see these feet, these hands
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6/20/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.199 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: A child walking came over the water
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6/20/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.200 | "Life Among the Artists"
Handwritten draft.
First line: You that jostle: meet my friend Little Cactus
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6/21/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.201 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The things we do not go to see define
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6/21/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.202 | "Beach Party"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Touched and forgiven--in stories this happens
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6/22/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.203 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Not ready to attack, nor assert, nor even know
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7/2/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.204 | "Definition"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Loping is a kind of awkward run, in a country
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7/3/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.204 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Shipshape, dovetail, overlap--I saw the bricklayer
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7/3/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.205 | "Oregon Message"
Handwritten draft.
First line: We pull our little town around us, talking
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7/4/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.205 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: About a year before he died... (story)
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7/5/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.206 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: express so well... (story continued)
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7/5/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.206 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Send it out to... (story continued)
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7/6/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.207 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: so that my father couldnt see her face (story conclusion)
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7/6/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.208 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: It came out of the country without any things for feet
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7/6/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.209 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: I have come toward a stillness
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7/7/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.210 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The quiet sleeper
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7/15/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.210 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In country with white roads
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7/15/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.211 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Walking the hollow court. Toward (page of prose)
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7/16/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.212 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: While we find, while we leave, we wonder
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7/29/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.212 | "How to Live in California"
Handwritten draft.
First line: After it begins to not hurt more faster
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7/29/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.212 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Gray morning cruel to color and yet
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7/30/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.213 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Sometimes in the hate that serves me
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7/31/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.214 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: People fill fields where trees or corn
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8/3/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.214 | "Shelley"
Handwritten draft.
First line: He found the shadows far things give
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8/4/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.215 | "Current"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Walking down the street accepting
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8/5/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.215 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Up into summer congealed by my hurry
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8/5/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.215 | "Move to California"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Gasoline makes game scarce
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8/5/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.216 | "Through the aquarium, goggle all"
Handwritten draft.
First line: This is the way we feel things--never sure
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8/7/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.217 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Hands are for giving. Roads
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8/8/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.217 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Before anyone spoke
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8/8/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.218 | "Move to California"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Wearing dark glasses across Nevada
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8/11/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.219 | "Like a stray javelin"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Along the new market the glance
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8/12/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.219 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Be there, the breath in that room I left
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8/12/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.220 | "On Penitencia Creek?"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The walls on every side but one
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8/12/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.220 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The way the world would be, more like a star
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8/12/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.221 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: By being sure in one night
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8/13/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.221 | "Move to California"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Those who wear green glasses thru Nevada
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8/13/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.222 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Hills come high for glacier mind
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8/15/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.222 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The way to France is not this road
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8/15/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.222 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: If all the fleas in California
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8/15/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.223 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: My country is with me
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8/13/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.223 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: O crowding for that road for the wasteland
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8/13/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.224 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: How single any day is
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8/14/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.225 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: It will be hard to get me to consider overtime
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8/15/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.225 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Smaller dogs tell their legs to trot
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8/15/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.226 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: One of the names for trouble
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8/16/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.226 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: By now the spotted ponies have trampled
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8/17/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.226 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Why churches back walls in silence
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8/17/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.227 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Think of the miles between here and happiness (8/56)
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1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.228 | "Walking"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Where your feet go down in the real help
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8/27/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.229 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: All that steady coast and gray mountains
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8/28/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.230 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: How faint of me to find my spring by leaves
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8/29/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.231 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Cousins of the shells we find
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8/30/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.231 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: California is trying, the land, the trees
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8/31/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.231 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: A foghorn sank a ship
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8/31/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.232 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The many towns day finds
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1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.233 | "Move to California"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Think of the miles we left (8/56)
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1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.233 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Daisies cannot close their eyes (8/56)
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1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.234 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: When we talked our pattern out
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8/30/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.234 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Thru the dark, now you are gone
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8/30/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.235 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: You will go away some time. Listen: the bees will hum
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8/31/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.235 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: You have seen them, have gone
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8/31/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.235 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: On this listening star
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8/31/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.236 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: I forgot in the clods
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9/3/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.237 | "Fedora Foreigner Near the Super
Market"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The dark hat of a man with
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9/4/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.237 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Toward earth, toward the wild earth
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9/5/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.237 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: When we found a corner even the storm couldnt find
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9/5/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.238 | "Races"
Typed draft.
First line: In the tribute lane on the Camino
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1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.239 | "Little Ways That Encourage Good
Fortune"
Typed draft.
First line: Wisdom is having things right in your life
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1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.240 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: Teachers begin by pushing the subject matter
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1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.241 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: Thinking hard enough to see the back of my head
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1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.242 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Having run out on the flat
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9/8/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.242 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the first range are little fields
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9/9/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.243 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Friends most restored by second thought
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9/9/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.243 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Across the path where I glanced at pathed women
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9/9/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.244 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: If mountains held back or came near
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9/9/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.244 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Watch the dust bound nowhere
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9/10/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.245 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Our willingness for enemies
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9/10/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.245 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Built up behind us culture
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9/13/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.245 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: By being sure in one night/I could cross to the wild place
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9/13/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.246 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Across water, thru shadow, on Friday--
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9/14/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.247 | "Keats Letters"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The slope above the words
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9/16/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.248 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Morning approximate to what should happen (prose p.)
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9/17/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.249 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Anyone who speaks of time
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9/17/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.250 | "Medieval Scene"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Years of moonlight wore England into the shell
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9/22/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.250 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Friends of mine have other friends
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9/22/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.251 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Saving the moonlight, we have put it
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9/24/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.251 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Lines going toward each other. I wake and put
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9/25/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.252 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Where the rivers came in they built missions
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9/26/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.253 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: I am in the faculty club. They begin on the school
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9/28/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.254 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Hail for weather, fire for a friend
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9/28/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.254 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In this years traffic wheels arent enough
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9/28/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.255 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Asking questions and then meeting the fastest
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9/29/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.255 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Crawling toward lint on the rug
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9/29/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.255 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The knowing listener goes inward
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9/29/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.256 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The correct errors that participation requires
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10/1/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.257 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Many said the army that burned the farms
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10/3/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.257 | "Star in the Hills"
Handwritten draft.
First line: A star hit the hills above our house
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10/4/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.258 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Things touch where they are by being there
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10/4/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.258 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The honesty of every flaw--
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10/4/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.258 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the ease and flame of their horses
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10/6/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.259 | "Word for Mr Wordsworth"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Going out to put a hand on the frame
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10/7/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.259 | "Word for Mr. Wordsworth"
Handwritten draft.
First line: People you meet when you are tired
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10/7/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.260 | "Word for Mr. Wordsworth"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Say you get tired
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10/7/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.261 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: For those who have helped me
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10/8/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.261 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Overtures to the sky, fingernails along the blackboard
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10/10/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.261 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In shock the water drops from here
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10/10/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.262 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In order to find ourselves
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10/8/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.262 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the cedar trees and the cypress all over the mountain
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10/8/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.262 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In order to film every bouncy gesture
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10/8/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.262 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Reading your actions without a glossary
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10/8/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.263 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The things you touch or go away from--
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10/10/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.263 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: It is not true that finesse will win,
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10/10/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.264 | "Star in the Hills"
Handwritten draft.
First line: A star hit in the hills behind our house
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10/4/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.265 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: Teachers cant present just a subject matter
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1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.265 | "Little Ways that Encourage Good
Fortune"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Wisdom is having things right in your life
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10/20/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.266 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the rich mans pocket
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10/15/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.266 | "Races"
Handwritten draft.
First line: An Indian girl driving a Chevy this morning on the Camino
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10/15/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.267 | "Races"
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the tribute lane on the Camino
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10/20/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.267 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The farm we want to farm/is in the rich mans pocket
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10/20/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.268 | "Star in the Hills"
Typed draft.
First line: A star hit in the hills behind our house
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10/4/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.269 | "Word for Mr Wordsworth"
Typed draft.
First line: Going out to put a hand on the doorframe
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1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.270 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Kit: (page of prose)
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10/13/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.271 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Earthquake faults with shadows
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10/15/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.272 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Anyone can know
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10/17/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.271 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The burning of one candle every night
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10/18/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.271 | "Little Ways that Encourage Good
Fortune"
Handwritten draft.
First line: What it takes: big projects. Then, wisdom (prose)
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10/18/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.272 | "Say you get tired..."
Handwritten draft.
First line: It is then you know space (cont. of 10/7/56)
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10/20/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.272 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: At water level where the teal bring autumn
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10/21/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.273 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Hail for weather, fire for a friend
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10/22/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.274 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the acre where the house will stand
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10/23/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.274 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Wide street the people standing fall of the year
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10/24/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.275 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: No one will find the right rock
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10/25/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.276 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: What we hear are the falling and the falling
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10/28/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.276 | "Gulls Near the Bay"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Flannel pieces of gull come in toward the high school
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10/29/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.277 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Letting the air come over and meet my face
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10/29/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.277 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Have you heard that in Heaven you are vaccinated for good?
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10/31/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.277 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Some place over the magnet
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10/31/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.278 | "Story of School for the Deaf"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Turning the watch chain, twirling the pencil
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10/31/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.278 | "Story (cf. prose ts, 12/54)"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Without money toward Christmas I left school
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10/31/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.278 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Now that the new town comes around me
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11/1/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.278 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Remember when what a person was saying was what he said?
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11/1/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.279 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: What you work for should be part of what you live among
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11/4/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.279 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Give up for what was to be firm
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11/4/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.280 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: What hills tell one another dawn
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11/4/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.280 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Back of sparrow color, thru the shadow flecks
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11/5/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.280 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Some go above trees on sustaining hills
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11/5/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.281 | "Revisiting Hutchinson, Kansas"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Some of the wind came up
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11/5/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.281 | "Revisiting Hutchinson, II"
Handwritten draft.
First line: When you go north from town where the creek
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11/6/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.281 | "Revisiting Hutchinson, III"
Handwritten draft.
First line: By now on the street in Hutchinson, Kansas
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11/6/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.281 | "At Liberty School Revisiting Hutchinson,
IV"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Katherine L. Girl in the front row...
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11/6/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.282 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: A boy who courting saw the father in the daughter
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11/6/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.282 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Here are two things for on the plains
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11/6/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.282 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Rolling away, leaving the town
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11/6/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.282 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Window through at evening stare
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11/6/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.282 | "Gold (not version in WII)"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The wise weight so sure of itself
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11/6/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.283 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Promise every hawk you see
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11/6/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.283 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: A hawk had landed in the cottonwood
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11/6/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.283 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Let it now come fast
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11/7/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.283 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: What the wise know in their loneliness
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11/7/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.284 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: What they see as blocks of performance
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11/9/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.284 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In view after view California turned one canyon
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11/10/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.285 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Away from the sun at sunset on a dwindling road
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11/11/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.285 | "To a Colleague of the Future"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Some place under the chart Steuben Rivening
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11/12/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.286 | "To a Colleague of the Future"
Typed draft.
First line: Some place under the chart Steuben Rivening
|
1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.287 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: When the moon was ringed by well wishers
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11/13/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.287 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Three states my claim
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11/13/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.288 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Any hand that touched my hand
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11/14/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.288 | "Gossip Column"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Her talk in balloons over her
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11/14/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.288 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Into the cold country looking a long time
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11/14/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.289 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: A box of trouble merry shaped: you will not see
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11/14/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.289 | "Justice to the First Child--an
Explanation"
Handwritten draft.
First line: We forget how the thorn tree looks from three feet high
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11/14/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.289 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Carrying in any old bundle what they hire me to take
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11/15/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.290 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Carrying the mud, we come to make the dam
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11/15/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.290 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Holster of Rebuke and ixnay folks
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11/15/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.290 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Rebuke the lady from Dubuque
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11/17/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.291 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: One of those worse than broken men
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11/20/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.291 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Down there to touch the rock
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11/22/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.292 | "Lost Gulls Near the Bay I"
Typed draft.
First line: Flannel pieces of gull come toward the school
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1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.293 | "Lost Gulls II"
Typed draft.
First line: The correct errors that participation requires
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1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.294 | "Lost Gulls Near the Bay I"
Typed draft.
First line: Flannel pieces of gull came toward the school
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1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.295 | "Lost Gulls Near the Bay II"
Typed draft.
First line: The correct errors that participation requires
|
1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.296 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The railroad through Oregon follows a kind of need
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11/24/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.296 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: To hills you go over, around, beside;
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11/25/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.297 | "Portrait"
Handwritten draft.
First line: A coyote thinks his feet are intuitions
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11/25/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.297 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: A certain kind of man, say noticing birds
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11/27/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.298 | "Carthage"
Typed draft.
First line: When Augustine made the arid come alive
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1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.299 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The place that lived has died
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11/24/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.299 | "Inscription for an Empty House"
Handwritten draft.
First line: This is the place where the sun crossed
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11/24/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.300 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the cold I held for awhile an arrogant character
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11/27/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.300 | "My Retired Uncle"
Handwritten draft.
First line: A V12 with overhead valves is a meditative engine
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11/27/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.300 | "On Ellas Farm"
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the sun, and early, Ella
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11/27/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.301 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: I follow my reason in its fur
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11/28/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.301 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Into what history said--our town, our street--
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11/29/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.302 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: A kind of person that should have a name:
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12/1/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.302 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: A few expressions measured that lobed area
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12/1/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.302 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Was it at Thanksgiving time?
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12/1/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.302 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Eyes by themselves baying back
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12/2/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.303 | "At the Old Place"
Typed draft.
First line: The beak of dawns rooster pecked
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1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.303 | "Toward Dark"
Typed draft.
First line: To say a little word, say Death,
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1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.304 | "Karma"
Typed draft.
First line: Gandhi falling made the sign for faith
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1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.305 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: For ten years of this great reassuring fear
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1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.306 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Lifted into meeting rain the road became
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12/4/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.306 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Before we fade the place where we are fades
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12/7/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.307 | "Toward Dark"
Handwritten draft.
First line: To say a little word like death
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12/3/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.307 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: White roads have turned aside at a rock were too busy to
name
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12/3/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.308 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The campfire inside the night I saw
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12/11/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.309 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Take the far end of the city sound
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12/11/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.309 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Beggars around the fire: we may find
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12/12/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.309 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The kind of bird written in the little wood
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12/12/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.309 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The Traffic Light in Fog made a dome
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12/14/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.310 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: By cows in the wide grass that mean to be cows
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12/14/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.310 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Back where seeing will bite we traveled
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12/15/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.311 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: That being took the air it could and the food
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12/14/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.311 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Birds flare; announce to seer
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12/14/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.312 | "Thing We Did That Meant
Something"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Husk or stalk, and the sunlight touch
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12/15/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.313 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: We will put out with a mile or so between
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12/18/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.313 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Lover with little, one part on the way
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12/19/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.313 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: My toad hand will carry the money of the day
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12/19/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.314 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Take that pond where it began
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12/19/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.314 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: No people need be made great
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12/22/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.314 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In spaces white pasture curtained as wise
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12/22/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.315 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Put silver in crystal when pouring hot water
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12/22/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.316 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Why is many-ply
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12/24/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.316 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Oregon grows deliberate rivers
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12/25/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.317 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Only stories if not now and here
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12/25/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.317 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Absolute things like the corner leading to your house
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12/25/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.317 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Attend the walk of royal children
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12/25/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.318 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Eyes, targets. Away. And another way.
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12/26/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.318 | "Double Retreat in the Mts"
Handwritten draft.
First line: We followed a dry creek to the bend
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12/26/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.318 | "Carthage"
Handwritten draft.
First line: This land became wise with scorpions
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12/26/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.319 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The saved up lives; they will not last
|
12/31/1956 |
Box: 3 | 56.320 | "Thing We Did That Meant
Something"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Thin as memory to a bloodhounds nose
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12/29/1956 |
Box: 4 | 57.1 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Backed into a corner by advancing propellors
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1/1/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.1 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Night the closed near advanced on the eyes
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1/2/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.1 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Behind the legs of trees the hills of January
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1/3/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.2 | "Irrelevance"
Typed draft.
First line: When the absolute people come
|
1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.3 | "No One Can Let Go"
Typed draft.
First line: To spoil by action is our ages pride
|
1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.4 | "Toad"
Typed draft.
First line: Hop, hope, hop again
|
1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.5 | "Sunday Morning Air before
Daylight"
Typed draft.
First line: Air all over valley through all hand
|
1/24/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.6 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The people you happen to meet
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1/3/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.6 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the dark, because again the summer
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1/3/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.6 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: If the cave become large and on its wall
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1/4/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.6 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: To find the real flaws, etched and in
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1/4/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.7 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Penitencia Creek descends by awareness
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1/4/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.7 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Shadows in the mission
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1/5/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.8 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: I am the cave awake with shadows
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1/5/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.9 | "I am the cave awake..."
Handwritten draft.
First line: Tonight Ill return from the day of searching
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1/6/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.9 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Return at bell time; come
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1/8/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.10 | "On Penitencia Creek"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Minnows nibble at your white feet
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1/10/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.10 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The last ten years of our worlds need
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1/10/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.11 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Always in the cold spaces crystal
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1/11/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.12 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Earl is the one embarked with me
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1/12/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.12 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: He brings, dredged in his eyes, the sleigh
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1/12/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.12 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Furrows in the water, lake on end
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1/12/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.12 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the shine of any mans action
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1/12/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.13 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The lasting insult in the sky, never repaired
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1/13/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.14 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Patting the day out like a pillow
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1/19/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.15 | "Going Down to the Willow"
Handwritten draft.
First line: If you go down to the willow
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1/19/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.15 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Miracles are few / On a Kansas farm
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1/19/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.16 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Broken granite on the skyline
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1/21/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.17 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In places in these hills
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1/21/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.17 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Sycamore leaves that lag along
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1/22/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.18 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In code of ducks
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1/22/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.18 | "Toad"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Hop, hope, hop again
|
1/22/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.19 | "Sunday Morning before Daylight Air in the
Morning"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Air all over valley through all hand
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1/24/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.19 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: What is gone. Let what is gone
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1/24/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.20 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Orbiting all points the ear horn
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1/25/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.20 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Fire in a grate burnt down to one flame
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1/27/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.21 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: When the absolute people come
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1/27/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.21 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: North of Santa Cruz the coast is like minimum (prose?)
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1/28/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.22 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Watching, finding no aid, fearing
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1/28/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.22 | "Reader"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Whatever lines converge I have to try
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1/28/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.23 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Rocks you are sorry for
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1/29/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.23 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: You know, dont you? that beside your path
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1/30/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.24 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The car ahead of me tonight on the still road
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1/31/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.24 | "Formula"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Accepted ways of living - standards
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1/31/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.25 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Climbing down into the sky
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2/1/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.25 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: People in a country long held away from
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2/1/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.26 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Cowards kill people
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2/3/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.26 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the swamps there may not be a god
|
2/4/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.27 | "No One Can Let Go"
Handwritten draft.
First line: To spoil by action is our ages pride
|
2/4/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.27 | untitled
2/4/1957
First line: War Lesson
|
1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.28 | "While Meditating"
Typed draft.
First line: I judge my radio, test it for the holy ghost (2/57)
|
1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.29 | "While Meditating"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Listening to the radio for the holy ghost
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2/4/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.30 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: When we stepped into the room a net fell on us
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2/7/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.31 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Going down a trance to anchor way
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2/8/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.32 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Distributed one cold Sunday in a park
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2/9/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.32 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Eyes closed, inside a cave, at night
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2/10/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.33 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: While we hold fast we know it would be better to sing
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2/11/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.34 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The house creaks at night
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2/11/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.34 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: This will become lions, that paw of protein into
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2/12/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.35 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: We held snubbing past and it held
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2/13/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.35 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Stern jaw under puppy fur
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2/13/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.35 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: They let me enter a room; I look for righteousness
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2/14/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.35 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: He crawled; it is the way for our kind at the end
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2/14/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.36 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Creature of commander
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2/16/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.36 | "History of These Times"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Hold in these openings in the woods a twistloom
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2/18/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.37 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In our year shoes meeting white
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2/18/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.37 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: It is the quiet time of day, no people
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2/19/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.38 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Three times in my life a wing has come
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2/20/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.38 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Days fees I owe you
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2/20/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.39 | "Leaf"
Typed draft.
First line: If you go down to the willow
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1/19/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.40 | "Maternity Ward"
Typed draft.
First line: By iodine light in that room of worn magazines
|
1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.41 | "Augustine"
Typed draft.
First line: Following a dry creek without a bend
|
1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.42 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: In the wild we find animals various as thought
|
1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.43 | "People of the Hills"
Typed draft.
First line: In places in these hills
|
1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.44 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Treat now first
|
2/24/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.44 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The start, the strike a match
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2/25/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.45 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: One gentle way we know the earth
|
2/25/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.45 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: We stay like this, by steady turns
|
2/26/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.45 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: We silk our No to negative
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2/26/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.46 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: There is a shrine; it is the mellow
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2/27/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.46 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Return, my eyes, the day you lent
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2/28/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.47 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Ill go to Heaven because of how purely
|
3/1/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.47 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: To wander on the wide ground
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3/4/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.47 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: I wise the town, It disappears
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3/4/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.48 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The things around us have made all value
|
3/4/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.48 | "Klamath Berry Festival"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Half of meeting is a wing
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3/5/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.48 | "Klamath Berry Festival"
Handwritten draft.
First line: To wander on the wide ground
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3/5/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.49 | "Push of hills"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Only with old shoes can one finish a journey
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3/9/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.49 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: You let the country near you
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3/9/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.49 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Only four people could escape
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3/9/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.49 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: I owe the twilight this aid
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3/9/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.50 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: And I owe those near me this aid
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3/9/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.50 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Take the loaf; every crumb of your claim
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3/10/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.50 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Taking it stacked: being at once like a jewel
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3/10/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.51 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Into the breaks he slanted
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3/9/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.51 | "In the Study in the Morning"
Handwritten draft.
First line: On paper the color of rain
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3/10/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.52 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The tidal wave started by the earthquake in Greece
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3/10/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.52 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Plenty menaces but few wounds
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3/10/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.53 | "Responsibility"
Handwritten draft.
First line: High where the storm passes
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3/11/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.53 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Their arms long toward the table
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3/12/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.54 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Offering called storms, our only chance
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3/13/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.55 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Day does one thing at a time
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3/17/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.56 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The happy stink bug rolling a ball of dung
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3/17/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.56 | "To a Colleague Who Is a Poet"
Handwritten draft.
First line: All things have corollaries: I watched you grab
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3/17/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.57 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: and welcomed them back at heavens
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3/18/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.57 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Over the night arc of wild stars
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3/18/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.57 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: No place is wide enough to be sorry
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3/18/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.58 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: By walking I touch distance
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3/19/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.58 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Launch the rain into the valley I hold
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3/19/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.58 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: There will be flakes across deer trails
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3/19/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.58 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: At the lonesome end of the lake I stared thru the water
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3/19/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.59 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Low enough to hear wind in the grass
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3/22/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.59 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: No storm, but flakes across deer trail
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3/22/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.59 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Because you were, I know the cost
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3/22/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.60 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Low enough in the grass to hear the wind
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3/23/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.60 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Grooving near enough, the rock the hill
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3/24/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.60 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: I claim one hold with every man
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3/24/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.61 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Not shadow from the night
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3/25/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.62 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Looking at this valley I reserve one glance
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3/26/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.62 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: You are too still, and for so long
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3/27/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.63 | "On Penitencia Creek"
Typed draft.
First line: Minnows nibble at our white feet
|
1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.64 | "On Penitencia Creek"
Typed draft.
First line: Tonight returning from this day of wading
|
1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.64 | "Things We Did That Meant
Something"
Typed draft.
First line: Thin as memory to a bloodhounds nose
|
1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.65 | "To a Colleague Who Is a Poet"
Typed draft.
First line: When we are working, fighting feed back, eed back, d back
|
1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.66 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: We hear such blossom echoes in the sounds that rise
|
1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.67 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: Because you know it so, I give you this
|
1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.68 | "In the Study in the Morning"
Typed draft.
First line: On paper the color of rain
|
1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.69 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: We silk our No to Negative
|
1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.70 | "In Turning Land"
Typed draft.
First line: The railroad through Oregon follows a kind of need
|
1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.71 | "Inscription for an Empty House"
Typed draft.
First line: This is the place where the sun crossed
|
1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.71 | "Low Sound"
Typed draft.
First line: In the blackened land of the lost sun
|
1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.72 | "Way Rocks Fall"
Typed draft.
First line: That mill fanatics run where
|
1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.73 | "Querencia"
Typed draft.
First line: A state of mesquite wanted me once
|
1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.74 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Such blossom echoes in the sound arose
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3/27/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.74 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: We put the machine that threads bobbins
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3/27/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.74 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: There are no machines to make it April
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3/30/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.75 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: While our hand of offering
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4/1/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.75 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Today no future is the ground for honesty
|
4/1/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.76 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Seeing deeds come toward me, I wash my hands
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4/1/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.76 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: By doing what we want could we hit lines
|
4/1/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.76 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: To see if deeds belong to me
|
4/1/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.76 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: We go by on ways too common
|
4/2/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.77 | "Ready to start"
Handwritten draft.
First line: A Canadian ready for bed, the down bag
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4/3/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.77 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: They used up all experience thinking a horse
|
4/3/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.77 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Let me appear coming back toward
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4/3/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.78 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the scene where I stand
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4/3/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.78 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Some things mean Jesus
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4/4/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.79 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: There came a norther
|
4/4/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.79 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Hold the hands one way: it all depends on you
|
4/4/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.79 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Virtue haunted towns
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4/5/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.79 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Late at night, while our car climbs the earth
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4/6/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.80 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Wakened hill back of our mean argument
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4/8/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.80 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: After the party Ill put things away
|
4/8/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.80 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: This was the love of height, I thought
|
4/8/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.80 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: While in the weeds I circled without wise shoes
|
4/8/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.81 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Turning to look, budgeting my eyes
|
4/8/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.81 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The place where you are will not need
|
4/8/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.81 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The stars want to ne known. They need a net, they need a look
|
4/8/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.82 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Our walking at home brought morning
|
4/8/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.82 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Bring the quaint ideas quick
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4/8/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.83 | "Bridge Begins in the Trees"
Handwritten draft.
First line: When we mull our lifted day
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4/10/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.83 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Pattern of other people - mouth like theirs
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4/11/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.84 | "Bridge Begins in the Trees"
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the owl cry night became real night
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4/11/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.84 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Ravening to strike that nerve
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4/12/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.85 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: From our porch we watched Daddy leave
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4/12/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.85 | "Our City Is Guarded..."
Handwritten draft.
First line: Because of something given me
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4/12/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.85 | "Luke Short"
Handwritten draft.
First line: A fist uncoils because the land is real
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4/15/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.86 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Remember, the story does not end
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4/15/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.86 | "Our City Is Guarded..."
Handwritten draft.
First line: Spendthrift summer campaigning leaves even in the shade
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4/16/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.86 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: What mist came over town extended
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4/16/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.87 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The tale came by way of too many doubts
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4/17/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.87 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The sun was coming down on him
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4/17/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.87 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Delighted by the tale we found ourselves telling
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4/17/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.87 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In my dumb way
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4/17/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.88 | "Our City Is Guarded..."
Handwritten draft.
First line: Thicket we found by trying we could get lost in
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4/21/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.89 | "ConservativeGlacier"
Handwritten draft.
First line: On a map of our state I saw the way
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4/21/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.90 | "Our City Is Guarded..."
Handwritten draft.
First line: There waits a place behind the hill
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4/22/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.90 | "Our City Is Guarded..."
Handwritten draft.
First line: Somewhere on its course the rocket staggers
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4/23/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.91 | "ConservativeThe Glacier"
Typed draft.
First line: Indiana felt the ice
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1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.92 | "Conservative"
Typed draft.
First line: Indiana felt the ice
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1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.93 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: You wont have to shoot unless the landscape
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4/24/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.93 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Pertinent as breathing, shared. We try the air
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4/25/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.93 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: On easy hill everyone dreams
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4/25/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.94 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Ready to take and always ready again
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4/24/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.94 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: I want to go ahead just enough to stand still
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4/25/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.94 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Needful, I found the closest ones leaning
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4/26/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.95 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The world whirled wise enough to be round
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4/27/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.96 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Elected by bad luck out of the next hour
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4/28/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.96 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: I waked so fast our home was foreign
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4/28/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.96 | "Identity"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Outdoors winked for winter
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4/29/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.97 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: Back along the roads I walk, off the slab
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4/8/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.98 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: There is a song - Cancione Ranchera
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5/2/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.99 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The house under the tree
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5/4/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.99 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Any wide hall: my trial
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5/4/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.99 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Done as crystal or the coal mines anger
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5/5/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.100 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Along the walking horses the man-asserted land
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5/6/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.100 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Trace of story to the baffle
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5/7/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.100 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: I cant stand success - things succeeding, that is
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5/7/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.101 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Because the given molds what I give
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5/8/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.101 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In cold harbor north by nothing
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5/8/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.101 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: I plead the world; it is my reason
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5/8/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.101 | "Karma"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Not recognizing stern enough things
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5/9/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.102 | "Our City Is Guarded by Automatic
Rockets"
Typed draft.
First line: Breaking every law except the one
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1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.103 | "At Lost Lake A Bridge Begins in the
Trees"
Typed draft.
First line: In that owl cry become night
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1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.104 | "Conservative"
Typed draft.
First line: Indiana felt the ice
|
1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.104 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Vine way, thought way
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5/10/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.104 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: It is a desperate act, giving the clouds
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5/11/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.105 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Closer by night, or in the clatter or wind
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5/12/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.105 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: By copper: it required me. I could cut
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5/12/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.105 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Only by the light, after the world
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5/12/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.106 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The endeavor is disguised as a partial endeavor
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5/13/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.106 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: This morning the town was like a desert: quiet
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5/13/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.106 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Smoke on the mountain, wont be honest tomorrow
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5/14/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.107 | "Sunset in Kansas "
Handwritten draft.
First line: Our car was climbing the earth
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5/18/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.107 | "cf. You Dont Know the End"
Handwritten draft.
First line: They brought the badger in a sack
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5/18/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.108 | "Karma"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Even while we fall the will belongs to us
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5/14/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.108 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Despair, or after the hour
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5/16/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.109 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The light that went on past the world
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5/19/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.109 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: When it became hard to speak
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5/19/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.109 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: On the lonesome side of the storm
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5/20/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.110 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Gentling the Sierra in happy cold
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5/21/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.110 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Waiting for the avalanche we whisper
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5/21/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.110 | "Rain in Oregon"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The plenty of clouds and the mild closure
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5/21/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.111 | "Idols"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Pale color to be not darkness
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5/22/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.112 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Best summer mornings have no people
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5/23/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.112 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Because at last even prayer
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5/24/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.113 | "Questions to Ask When It
Lightens"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Our mistakes ruin everything we do
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5/25/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.113 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Quell by time, smother
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5/26/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.113 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: When Ed made money in films he
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5/26/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.114 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: At the last we may learn from any
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5/26/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.114 | "Back Home"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The girl who used to sing in the choir
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5/26/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.115 | "Back Home"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Persons came near in those days
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5/26/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.116 | "Back Home In El Dorado"
Typed draft.
First line: The girl who used to sing in the choir
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1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.117 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: No matter the need I will never take
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5/27/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.117 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Heap for turning one way, but we go over
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5/28/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.118 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: It is important that an instant suffice
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5/28/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.118 | "Mouse Night: One of Our Games"
Handwritten draft.
First line: We heard thunder. Nothing great - on high
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5/29/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.118 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The way you combine sun and succulent food
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5/30/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.119 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The circle that remains
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5/30/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.119 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The life I gave to caring: heft of cup
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5/31/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.120 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: After the rocks velvet a trail by promising distance
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5/31/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.120 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: By doing the next work I clean my hands
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6/2/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.121 | "Conservative"
Typed draft.
First line: Indiana felt the ice
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1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.122 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: If walls could mirror what they hide
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1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.123 | "People Get Lost"
Typed draft.
First line: Late at night while my car climbs the earth
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1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.124 | "Meditation"
Typed draft.
First line: Certain bitter obligations come spinning
|
1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.125 | "To a Cynical Lady"
Typed draft.
First line: A lady made of pemmican
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2/10/1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.125 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: When Aristotle analyzed his dreams
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1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.126 | "What God Used for Eyes Before We
Came"
Typed draft.
First line: At night sometimes the big fog roams in tall
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1/8/1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.127 | "Reporting Back"
Typed draft.
First line: By the secret that holds the forest up
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1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.127 | "Speaking for Genius"
Typed draft.
First line: Ultimate kind of of prisoner of my space
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1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.128 | "Remember, Stranger"
Typed draft.
First line: All towns that neglected the house
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1/4/1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.129 | "First Time"
Typed draft.
First line: It takes food, ruddy light
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1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.130 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: Remembering with angels
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1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.131 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Talking at a diminishing hour
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6/3/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.132 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The school under its hat, the bus platform
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6/4/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.132 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Oregon is the map of a wild impulse
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6/5/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.132 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: On beaver shoulders I leave the strangeness
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6/5/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.133 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: What that Indian held, the charm
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6/5/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.133 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Remembering with angels,
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6/6/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.134 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: I call him with regret and pity him
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6/7/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.134 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The way I come a steady wind
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6/7/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.134 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Confetti trailed out day shimmery
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6/8/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.135 | "California Sunset"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Avocet water at the bay edge
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6/9/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.135 | "Big Idea"
Handwritten draft.
First line: My country has no road--my country grows
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6/10/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.136 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: All wrong, the missed bridges
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6/11/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.136 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Remember opening a day. If that day
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6/11/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.136 | "Love the Butcher Bird Lurks
Everywhere"
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the path we waver when we aim
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6/12/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.137 | "Love the Butcher Bird Lurks
Everywhere"
Handwritten draft.
First line: In a grove along the hill
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6/13/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.137 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: How wild they are when they begin wrong--hard to trace
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6/13/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.137 | "Love the Butcher Bird Lurks
Everywhere"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Its time to run: lest pity may overtake us
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6/14/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.138 | "At the End of the Day"
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the old days we went straying out more casually
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6/15/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.139 | "By Day Mountain"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Day Mountain clear like a glass marble
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6/16/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.139 | "Dream Outside the Chaos Im
Dreaming"
Handwritten draft.
First line: To sigh is a right act
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6/17/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.140 | "Science Fiction"
Handwritten draft.
First line: There are such over-winds
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6/18/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.141 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Certain bitter obligations come spinning
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6/19/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.141 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Flowers in the night, candles ready to light
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6/20/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.142 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: How to give a view back?
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6/20/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.143 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Day objects come toward me
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6/22/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.143 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: No one else had been there in the woods
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6/26/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.144 | "With My Little Girl Kit, Age 7 at the
Beach"
Handwritten draft.
First line: We were going to the highest dune
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6/22/1959 |
Box: 4 | 57.145 | "With My Little Girl at the Beach"
Typed draft.
First line: We were going to the highest dune
|
1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.146 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Dimensioning by folly, Christ gave beatitude
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6/27/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.146 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Now no bread is daily
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6/27/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.147 | "Chatter"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Words ready to mean lean over, fall
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6/28/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.147 | "My Name Will Be Samoset"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Well drive spikes into the trees and climb
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6/28/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.148 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: If every wall could mirror what it hides
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6/30/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.149 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The close creature we need to be
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7/2/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.150 | "Rain in Oregon"
Typed draft.
First line: The plenty of clouds and the mild closure
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1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.151 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: Now no bread is daily
|
1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.152 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: By cat paw assurance we remember
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7/4/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.152 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: My trouble about looking into faces with hope
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7/5/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.152 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: We cannot move our house; the world
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7/5/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.153 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Gandhi falling made the sign for faith
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7/5/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.154 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Trees Y up; they have both-and
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7/5/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.154 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The thirty winds of my vacation
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7/5/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.154 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The light in my study edged by books and my dog
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7/5/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.154 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: By continents great men advance
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7/5/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.155 | "California Sunset"
Typed draft.
First line: Avocet, water at the bay edge
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6/9/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.155 | "My Country Has No Road"
Typed draft.
First line: I know along like the snail foot, and hear backward
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1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.156 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Airplanes muttering in the clouds make this place
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7/6/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.156 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: My days I minuet to music just my ears
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7/10/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.156 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Breathless torrent, galaxy at night
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7/12/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.157 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: In the old days we casually met a flood, cholera
|
1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.157 | "By Day Mountain"
Typed draft.
First line: Clear like a glass marble
|
1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.158 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Yesterday cannot reach tomorrow except through today
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7/8/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.158 | "Luke Short"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Beans taste good when you chop the can open
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7/8/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.158 | "People Are Lost"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Late at night while my car climbs the earth
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7/8/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.159 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Horses you know run on their tiptoes
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7/12/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.159 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Speak low said the dynamo
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7/12/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.160 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Rain finds the river; I stand in the rain
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7/15/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.160 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the day I hark silver
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7/15/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.160 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Calling to myself and being selfish about it
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7/15/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.161 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Around the edge of everything I see
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7/16/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.161 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: According to the weather or the mood of our car
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7/16/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.161 | "Shepherd"
Handwritten draft.
First line: According to the quiet winter has arrived
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7/16/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.162 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: There is a kind of cat my ancestors tell me to kill
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7/17/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.162 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Out of our clearing a weasel or mink
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7/18/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.163 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Climbing inward, circle linking circle
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7/20/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.164 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: My place found martyr way--flakes of fire
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7/22/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.164 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The social wood--salal and yew among
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7/23/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.165 | "Chickens the Weasel Killed"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Mostly you cant go back to ones a leaf patterned
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7/25/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.165 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: You came to a surface; it was near
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7/25/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.166 | "Dream Outside the Chaos Im
Dreaming"
Typed draft.
First line: Hawks will be up today
|
1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.167 | "To My Literature Teacher Fulbrighting in
Finland"
Typed draft.
First line: Our near plan ends with you gone far
|
1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.168 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: At a ditch I go by every day an animal dives
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1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.169 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: We are carried. In the morning I know we are carried
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7/26/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.170 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Poetry and Place Today (page of prose)
|
1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.171 | "Crazy Horse/ Genius in Our
Classroom"
Handwritten draft.
First line: I hush now
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8/11/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.171 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: This lake, old when the mammoth came
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8/11/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.172 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the Wallowas I lost identities
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8/11/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.172 | "Pendoreille"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Old when the mammoth came, this lake
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8/11/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.172 | "Crazy Horse / Genius in Our
Classroom"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The sun rose in a mans head
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8/11/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.173 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Follow through where the fern hid
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8/13/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.173 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Where the gleam dulls, on the brick
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8/14/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.173 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The tree sleep when the cabin burns
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8/15/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.173 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Two men who at the time were knowing
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7/15/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.173 | "Anniversaries"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Ash, that pure wood, breaks from dirt
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7/15/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.174 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: It would cringe us if at the last
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8/15/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.174 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Cuddle number marriage will die from wheedle rot
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8/17/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.175 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Close to a white house, alert weather, clouds
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8/18/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.175 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: My mouth knows more than my brain
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8/18/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.176 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Wind remarks, Feather,
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8/19/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.176 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In low country go up on the ridges
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8/21/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.177 | "Through Time"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Tlinglets filed their teeth to tear their enemies
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8/23/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.177 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: One afternoon coming down into Pendleton
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8/23/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.178 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Looking out, see the long way: slow
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8/30/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.178 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Away from wrecks
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8/30/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.178 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Into this water, by power from waiting
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8/30/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.179 | untitled
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First line: In our winter land beast eyes repair
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8/31/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.180 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The boat and the wild men and the trying to find the way
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9/1/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.181 | "Conditions"
Typed draft.
First line: Our treasons breathe to sleepers; they
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1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.182 | "All Points"
Typed draft.
First line: We heard (air wavers on fir tips
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1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.182 | "Through Time"
Typed draft.
First line: One tribe, Tlinglets, filed their teeth to tear
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1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.183 | untitled
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First line: Through the Bend country is by
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8/28/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.184 | "To My Literature Teacher Fulbrighting in
Finland"
Typed draft.
First line: Our near plan ends with you gone far
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1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.185 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: The road that finds hillsides at need
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1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.185 | "Injustice"
Typed draft.
First line: An ant lost in the grass put feelers on
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9/1/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.186 | untitled
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First line: On the cliffs of their positions they cue down (9/57)
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1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.186 | "Brother Wind?"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Brother Wind - everywhere one; close (9/57)
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1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.187 | "All Points"
Handwritten draft.
First line: We heard (all the air wavers on fir tips
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9/2/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.187 | "Conditions"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Our treason[s] breathe to sleepers; they
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9/3/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.188 | untitled
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First line: In the edge orange flowers have
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9/4/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.188 | untitled
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First line: Only being in this day, now
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9/4/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.188 | untitled
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First line: Agate and other we forgot
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9/6/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.189 | untitled
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First line: The foreign coin I win convert
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9/6/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.190 | untitled
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First line: We live a story with stories as our guide
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9/7/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.190 | untitled
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First line: Bird signals - owls imitating Indians
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9/8/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.190 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: On the cliffs of their position they cue down
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9/9/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.190 | "Brother Wind?"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Brother wind - everywhere one; close
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9/10/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.191 | untitled
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First line: Much of the time what would be move
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9/11/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.191 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: A blizzard fought the redbud down
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1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.192 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: They lived so far the wind was theirs
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9/11/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.192 | untitled
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First line: Only by slow accepting, or attempted denial
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9/12/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.192 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: At the ditch I go by every day
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9/12/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.192 | "To My Literature Teacher..."
Handwritten draft.
First line: My near plan ends with you gone far
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9/13/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.193 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: If I do not see you, the light is blind
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9/13/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.193 | untitled
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First line: I touch autumn with its iron leaves
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9/14/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.194 | untitled
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First line: Leaves going out by direction of knowing
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9/15/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.194 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: My hold on trunks, the way they channel
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9/15/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.195 | "Injustice"
Handwritten draft.
First line: An ant lost in the grass puts feelers on
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9/16/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.195 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Stillness is letting something
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9/16/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.195 | untitled
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First line: First the weeds come, after fire
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9/19/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.196 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Waiting in the dust, or called into the dust
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9/26/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.196 | untitled
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First line: Catching the feedback. There always comes
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9/26/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.197 | untitled
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First line: Wearing my shirt in the wind, my suffering shirt
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9/19/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.198 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: One who followed his way turned
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9/22/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.199 | untitled
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First line: When the tide came back on the coast of northern Oregon
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9/22/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.199 | untitled
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First line: Partly and only now and then what draws us on
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9/23/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.199 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: North of the mountains I saw barns open
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9/24/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.199 | "To the Crowds"
Handwritten draft.
First line: No person, no savior, no lover
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9/24/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.200 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: And it takes them. Now and then storms gesture
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9/24/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.201 | untitled
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First line: Climb to calm; look down
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9/25/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.201 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Morning into evening. Then in and out
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9/25/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.202 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: We are coming to that part of the sky of the sky
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9/29/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.203 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Everyone lives with people coming later (page of prose)
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10/1/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.204 | untitled
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First line: The sky of the sky
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10/3/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.204 | untitled
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First line: The rain-appointed morning by steps
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10/5/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.205 | untitled
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First line: Miles from home you remembered the gas was on
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10/6/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.205 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The way it always had to be
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10/6/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.206 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Responsible for my dreams? (page of prose)
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10/14/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.207 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Maybe we never should find right like this
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10/18/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.207 | untitled
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First line: Tho our town rings a bell for fire
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10/18/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.207 | untitled
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First line: That rock pioneers carved going west
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10/20/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.207 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Up Lostine Creek this winter the first storm
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10/20/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.208 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: No gloves in the storm
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10/20/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.209 | "Research Team in the Mountains"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Answers are echoes, they say. But
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10/20/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.210 | "Research Team in the Mountains"
Handwritten draft.
First line: On clear days the city is under smog
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10/21/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.211 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Driving uphill through fog
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10/24/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.211 | "Research Team in the Mountains"
Handwritten draft.
First line: We climbed Lostine and Hurricane and Chief Joseph canyons
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10/24/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.212 | "In Praise of Feet"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The feet know where we are
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10/8/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.213 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Had I been a local man
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10/12/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.214 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Whatever the program, events around us
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10/24/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.215 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: We came in past cottonwoods, and ever since cottonwoods
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10/28/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.215 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Olla jar, red cliff taking the road
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11/1/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.216 | untitled
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First line: Prisoners of our principles
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11/5/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.216 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: What will you trade for everything?
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11/6/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.217 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Where moon chips at the woodpile
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11/2/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.218 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: When oak made hard wood, when I thought
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11/4/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.218 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Coming out of a door a dog looked past me
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11/4/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.219 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Too bad my part was from me
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11/9/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.220 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: What bird ruffled the bush beyond our park?
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11/11/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.220 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Inventing my thoughts, there was a caveman
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11/11/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.221 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: He said hello in a way to hold you
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11/12/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.222 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: What I have to be and what I can be -
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11/16/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.223 | "page of prose)"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Having good arguments with all involved about Job
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11/16/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.224 | "Class Reunion"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Many who pour out appreciations make
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11/17/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.225 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Along a road a yellow wood
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11/19/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.225 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Feet I follow never speaking
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11/19/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.226 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: What you could count on -
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11/21/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.226 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Trees go over the west this fall more than before
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11/21/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.227 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Coming out of Barstow the driver
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11/22/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.227 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: My ninth year came the storm. It killed
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11/23/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.228 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: We live on a missile range
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11/23/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.228 | "Before the Satellites"
Handwritten draft.
First line: When we lived in a diamond -
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11/24/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.229 | "Before the Satellites"
Handwritten draft.
First line: In a diamond in the desert in the morning
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11/24/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.229 | "Before the Satellites"
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the desert in the diamond in the morning
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11/25/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.229 | "At the Reunion"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Friends, it has come to this:
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11/25/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.230 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: One of our ways was the world
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11/27/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.231 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Little mouse men, not yet found
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11/29/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.231 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: When we were looking for a place to live
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11/29/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.232 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Today I realized about magazines (page of prose)
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11/30/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.233 | "In Our Time"
Typed draft.
First line: In the desert in the diamond in the morning
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1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.233 | "At the Reunion"
Typed draft.
First line: Friends, it has come to this:
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1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.234 | "In Praise of Feet"
Typed draft.
First line: The feet know where we are
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1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.235 | "Serious Separate Things"
Typed draft.
First line: Getting used to being a man
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1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.236 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: Had I been a local man
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1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.237 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: My ninth year came the storm
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1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.237 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Little mouse men, not yet found
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1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.238 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Silence comes around your name
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12/3/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.238 | "Central Scene"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Across the snowed-in roof
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12/3/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.239 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: All I began to do then stopped
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12/5/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.239 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The converging road, it is. I am
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12/6/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.240 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the iris of that eye
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12/6/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.240 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Everyone around us has all the riches of art
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12/7/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.241 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: Aim, you blink all else
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1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.241 | "Central Scene"
Typed draft.
First line: Across the snowed-in roof
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12/3/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.242 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: Little mouse men, not yet found
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1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.243 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Among the terrible things to do
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12/12/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.243 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Force of the buried stream in light of lost way
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12/12/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.244 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: While we began to talk
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12/13/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.244 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: White light under water, no change for flow
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12/15/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.245 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Too alone from them to know
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12/10/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.245 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The high tone a dog hears may leave
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12/11/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.245 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Willow limbs guess what their trunks know
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12/11/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.246 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The kind of rain we had - down
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12/12/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.246 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: To go back, to tell it all in this order -
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12/12/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.246 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: It was on the moor men saw how
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12/12/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.247 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Then not go Iran, but now go
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12/16/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.247 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Having to judge a little bird
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12/16/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.247 | "Fern Song"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Remembering the big tree
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12/16/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.248 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the snow outside the hi-fi shop
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12/17/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.248 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Glimmer in the range, glimmer
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12/18/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.249 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Content of the spider web
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12/19/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.250 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Always look on the bright side (page of prose)
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12/21/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.251 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Unaccountable wavering on the way to move
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12/21/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.251 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Tracking in by care the needle came
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12/22/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.251 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The mountain we were on
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12/24/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.252 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: Strength is all right, to be brave [1958]
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1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.252 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: Take any water, pour [1958]
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1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.252 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: Through quiet doors toward candle sleep [1958]
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1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.252 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: Out into a dreadful storm [1958]
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1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.253 | "At This Point on the Page"
Typed draft.
First line: Frightened at the look of the writing, I looked up [1958]
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1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.254 | "At Earle Birneys School"
Typed draft.
First line: Where the slope turns cliff [1958]
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1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.255 | "Teachers Lament"
Typed draft.
First line: Three hundred work hours hath September [1958]
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1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.256 | "Sophocles Says"
Typed draft.
First line: History is a story God is telling [1958]
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1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.257 | "Script"
Typed draft.
First line: Befall this room be scene [1958]
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1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.258 | "On a Fine Lady"
Typed draft.
First line: You see that lady in a gown? [1958]
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1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.258 | "Imagining New Roots"
Typed draft.
First line: Whatever everything starts out from [1958]
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1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.259 | "Captive"
Typed draft.
First line: Calmly through the bars observe [1958]
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1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.260 | "When Running Is All You Can Do"
Typed draft.
First line: When running is all you can do [1958]
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1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.261 | "Scramble"
Typed draft.
First line: Animals gave their gift [1958]
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11/10/1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.262 | "Needle in the Night"
Typed draft.
First line: But spinning in the center [1958]
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.263 | "Study in Tone"
Typed draft.
First line: That one tone the dove says [1958]
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.263 | "Aeneas"
Typed draft.
First line: Clear place in the tide [1958]
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6/20/1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.264 | "In Dear Detail, by Ideal Light"
Typed draft.
First line: Night huddled our town [1958]
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.265 | "In Dear Detail..."
Typed draft.
First line: There for the rest of the years [1958]
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.266 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: Dogs have dreams of Laika, her free soul [1958]
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.267 | "In Dear Detail, by Ideal Light"
Typed draft.
First line: After night huddled our town (Along about July 1958)
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.268 | "In Dear Detail, by Ideal Light"
Typed draft.
First line: Night sort of huddled our town [1958]
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.269 | "In Dear Detail..."
Typed draft.
First line: rescued by how the hills [1958]
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.270 | "In Dear Detail, by Ideal Light"
Typed draft.
First line: Night used to huddle our town [1958]
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.270 | "In Dear Detail..."
Typed draft.
First line: Whatever time is leading me to [1958]
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.271 | "In Dear Detail..."
Typed draft.
First line: Now whatever time leads me to [1958]
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.271 | "In Dear Detail..."
Typed draft.
First line: Once near Deer Trail, Colorado, where a stream [1958]
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.272 | "Passing a Place"
Typed draft.
First line: A gray fish came near our ship [1958]
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11/16/1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.273 | "Try Not to Learn"
Typed draft.
First line: Biting the world for wisdom [1958]
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.274 | "One should try not to learn"
Typed draft.
First line: I bite the world for wisdom [1958]
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.275 | "In Dear Detail, by Ideal Light"
Typed draft.
First line: After night huddled our town [1958]
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.276 | "In Dear Detail, by Ideal Light"
Typed draft.
First line: The lonely strand that left a road [1958]
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.277 | "In Dear Detail, by Ideal Light"
Typed draft.
First line: My single will - to find the single way [1958]
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.277 | "In Dear Detail..."
Handwritten draft.
First line: I hope never to clench eyes with anyone [1958]
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.278 | "In Dear Detail..."
Typed draft.
First line: Night huddled our town [1958]
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.279 | "In Dear Detail..."
Typed draft.
First line: Our duty is to find a place [1958]
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.280 | "In Dear Detail..."
Typed draft.
First line: Wherever any wire leads [1958]
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.281 | "Look Returned"
Typed draft.
First line: At the border of October
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8/26/1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.282 | "That Puppy That Came for Nobodys
Hand"
Typed draft.
First line: Years later, on a far mesa, that dog would stand [1958]
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.283 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: One time for me was a near thing [1958]
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.283 | "End of Summer"
Typed draft.
First line: The creek, a gurgle in its bend [1958]
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.284 | "Our Phrasing Slights Our Life"
Typed draft.
First line: Some kind of arrow that brings health [1958]
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.284 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: One time for me was a near thing [1958]
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.285 | "Not Move"
Typed draft.
First line: Not move [1958]
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.285 | "A Letter to Our Scattered Family"
Typed draft.
First line: That home we knew better than anywhere else [1958]
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.286 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: Do I have some of the blame [1958]
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.287 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: How orderly it is to expect what usually happens! [1958]
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.288 | "War and Peace"
Typed draft.
First line: The marshall follows his war [1958]
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.289 | "So As to Fail Correctly"
Typed draft.
First line: So as to fail correctly--all [1958]
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.290 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: Birds fly around our farm [1958]
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.291 | "At Hood River"
Typed draft.
First line: Something has alerted these trees; they wait [1958]
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.292 | "Program of Poems"
Typed draft.
First line: Before a big rock in the swell [1958]
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7/18/1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.293 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: Dogs have dreams of Laika, her free soul [1958]
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.293 | "Though We Hate You, TIme"
Typed draft.
First line: No per (para) spective (llel) [1958]
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.293 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: Dogs have dreams of Laika, her free soul [1958]
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.294 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: Trees that grow in our yard [1958]
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.295 | "It Occurs to Me to Say"
Typed draft.
First line: A tree believes, believes long [1958]
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8/24/1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.296 | "Facts of--Married--Life"
Typed draft.
First line: Everyones wife usually [1958]
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.297 | "That Puppy That Came for Nobodys
Hand"
Typed draft.
First line: Years later, on a far mesa, that dog would stand [1958]
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.298 | "It Occurs to Me to Say"
Typed draft.
First line: A tree believes, believes long [1958]
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8/24/1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.299 | "Empathy"
Typed draft.
First line: Sharing pain, I hear the young in pain [1958]
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.300 | "Doughnut Way"
Typed draft.
First line: We read the news--the doughnut--way [1958]
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.301 | "Teachers Lament"
Typed draft.
First line: Three hundred work hours hath September [1958]
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.301 | "Strongheart"
Typed draft.
First line: Our dog worships meat [1958]
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.301 | "Caution Song"
Typed draft.
First line: Bears do not like to hear children sing [1958]
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.302 | "I Have Been Called"
Typed draft.
First line: In that voice ignored to my peril, but low [1958]
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.303 | "Our Phrasing Slights Our Life"
Typed draft.
First line: Some kind of arrow that brings health [1958]
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.303 | "While They Talked"
Typed draft.
First line: One time for me was a near thing [1958]
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.304 | "At Earle Birneys School"
Typed draft.
First line: Where the slope turns cliff [1958]
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.305 | "My Mind Awoke in a Shirt of
Flame"
Typed draft.
First line: My mind awoke in a shirt of flame [1958]
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.306 | "On the Beach"
Typed draft.
First line: Only few, and they by grace [1958]
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.307 | "Is There a Code/"
Typed draft.
First line: Somebody touches a grave [1958]
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10/1/1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.308 | "In the Clock of Reason"
Typed draft.
First line: In the clock of reason, cry, cry [1958]
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.308 | "Old Man"
Typed draft.
First line: Back of the clock dust whispers [1958]
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9/22/1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.309 | "Owl White Owl"
Typed draft.
First line: An owl, the cold with eyes [1958]
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9/25/1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.310 | "In the Nevertheless of the Dark"
Typed draft.
First line: Opening an eye [1958]
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.311 | "Way to Say It"
Typed draft.
First line: We found a place for our town [1958]
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.312 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: We lived in a diamond [1958]
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.313 | "Fern in the Coal"
Typed draft.
First line: Learning, Darwin said, made hands [1958]
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.314 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: Tonight beyond the determined moon [1958]
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.315 | "Reading Sophocles: Humanities 9
MWF"
Typed draft.
First line: History is a story God is telling [1958]
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.315 | "Script"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Befall this room be scene [1958]
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.316 | "Contemporaries"
Typed draft.
First line: If you came desperate enough to me [1958]
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.317 | "Warrior in the Garden"
Typed draft.
First line: The world would count coup, through me [1958]
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.318 | "That Puppy That Came for Nobodys
Hand"
Typed draft.
First line: Years later, on a far mesa, that dog would stand [1958]
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 57.319 | "Christmas Eve"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Outside the hi fi shop in the snow
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12/31/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.320 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Being at the end of the past
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12/28/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.320 | "History"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Will you follow a thread?
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12/29/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.321 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Last gift - no exchange
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12/24/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.321 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: By telescope so right so far
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12/24/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.322 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: There came a silence around your name
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12/22/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.322 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Opening at unlimited angle from any road
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12/24/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.322 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: If any river find its bank
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12/24/1957 |
Box: 4 | 57.323 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The trees have promised my life
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12/26/1957 |
Box: 4 | 58.1 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: December (part of it) 1957 (page of notes) [1958]
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.2 | "Way to Say It"
Handwritten draft.
First line: We found a place for our town
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1/18/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.3 | "First Time"
Handwritten draft.
First line: It takes food and the ruddy light
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1/18/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.4 | "Political statements:"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Those in our own land who might
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1/14/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.5 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Coming in at crystal angles
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1/13/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.6 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The bears own Yellowstone
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1/4/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.7 | untitled
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First line: Through a white screen all brightens
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1/29/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.7 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Put alone where no one can live
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1/30/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.8 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Four directions on the earth go out from there
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1/12/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.9 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Turning for that rain at the last
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1/28/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.10 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Today what moved in the current?
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1/24/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.11 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: List of poems (full page) [Jan 58]
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.12 | "page of prose)"
Handwritten draft.
First line: It is this impulse to change the quality of experience
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1/24/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.13 | "In Spring"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Flung out from song, racemes
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1/5/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.14 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The river went by; we told
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1/4/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.14 | "Remember"
Handwritten draft.
First line: All towns that neglect our house
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1/4/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.15 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the ranks of trees
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1/16/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.16 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Now no weight can save
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1/6/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.16 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Like other teachers in casual places
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1/8/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.17 | "What God Used for Eyes Before We
Came"
Handwritten draft.
First line: At night sometimes the big fog
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1/8/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.18 | "What God Used for Eyes..."
Handwritten draft.
First line: On the river way a curve of light
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1/11/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.19 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Person goes to visit another - hospital, say (story)
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1/21/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.19 | "What God Used for Eyes..."
Handwritten draft.
First line: What they use for eyes, their scanning
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1/24/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.19 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Prose we can paraphrase... (prose)
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1/24/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.20 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: I admire you, being just human
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1/23/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.20 | "What God Used for Eyes..."
Handwritten draft.
First line: At Hovenweep and Window Rock
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1/24/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.21 | "To a Cynical Lady"
Handwritten draft.
First line: A lady made of pemmican
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2/10/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.21 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: What a wild target Heaven has made
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2/16/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.22 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: You carried in your car that day all that summer
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2/14/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.22 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: When Aristotle analyzed his dreams
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2/14/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.23 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Our weather bullies the climate (same as When Aristotle)
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2/4/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.23 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: When window came when we would walk
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2/6/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.23 | "Reporting Back"
Handwritten draft.
First line: By the secret that holds the forest up
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2/6/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.23 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: When we have to look away, quiet things
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2/7/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.24 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Some things you cant have, kids
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2/8/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.24 | "To a Cynical Lady Truths in What It
Does"
Handwritten draft.
First line: A lady made of pemmican
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2/10/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.25 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Coming at all angles or by all ways
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2/2/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.26 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Whats got scat?
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2/25/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.26 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: By smoothing I avoid what I see
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2/27/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.27 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Found, the rock loomed slow
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2/18/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.28 | "When Aristotle was
psychoanalyzed"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Cold knowing along the bank of two streams
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2/10/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.29 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The boy whose arm was mended with rabbit bone
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2/3/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.29 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: We learn the woods in aisles
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2/3/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.29 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The not very wild people who yet move
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2/4/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.30 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Met by surprise, we always meet
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3/28/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.31 | "By Candlelight Fern in the Coal"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Learning, Darwin said, made hands
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3/24/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.31 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Now run the baby quail
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3/25/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.32 | "By Candlelight"
Handwritten draft.
First line: My main limitation may be to forget
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3/23/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.32 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: It passed causes, but no reasons
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3/24/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.33 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: No way except how the sun comes up
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3/10/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.33 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: About those other people, the great
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3/10/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.34 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Floating as we are
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3/4/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.34 | "Farm Shoes"
Handwritten draft.
First line: My mother wore shoes made satiny
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3/4/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.34 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Cedars among budding alders. Cedars winter-washed
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3/6/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.35 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Introduce roots to water. Leaves come at
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3/2/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.35 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: According. Find the neighbor
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3/3/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.36 | "page of prose)"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Kim said maybe animals dont like to be petted
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3/11/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.37 | "Bridge for Eden"
Handwritten draft.
First line: But minnows under the bridge finger that way
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3/15/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.38 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: What comes through the night at me
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3/16/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.38 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: You would not believe it so far from hills
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3/22/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.39 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Of the encounters today, all may eventuate next things
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3/8/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.39 | "Letter to One Who Listens"
Handwritten draft.
First line: People who serve pancakes are always trying to
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3/9/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.39 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Tonight beyond the determined moon
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3/9/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.40 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The kind of strokes you are -
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4/3/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.41 | "page of prose)"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Pretty good friends
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4/5/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.42 | "page of prose?)"
Handwritten draft.
First line: If I stayed true to all my earlier loyalties
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4/28/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.43 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: One time in the sun my shadow -
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4/27/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.44 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The wise always puzzle forward
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4/20/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.44 | "Warrior in the Garden"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The world could count coup, through me
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4/20/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.45 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Sea water far out at Seaside relucts
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4/17/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.46 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Once we met, we would always meet
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4/4/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.46 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: They say flatly one way, then hedge
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4/7/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.47 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Jesus help me be the way I have to be
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4/13/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.48 | "page of prose)"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Articles on Current Writing
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.49 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: ```Floor
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5/29/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.49 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Sometimes what your part of the world gives
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5/30/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.50 | "Comforts for Travelers"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Jesus made the world noises sing
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5/25/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.51 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Every time you turn your head
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5/25/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.52 | "Looking for Someone"
Handwritten draft.
First line: We are judged. Our shadows know our height
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5/25/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.52 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Bend where we bend in order th/ a part may stay straight
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5/26/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.53 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Fare my fellows, follow fair
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5/22/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.53 | "Looking for Someone"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Many a time driving over the Coast Range
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5/22/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.53 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Debris between encounters counts not
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5/24/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.53 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: A house that leans the right amount
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5/24/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.54 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Who carry time, bear more
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5/21/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.54 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Gone by every time I turn my head
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5/21/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.54 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The trapped giant made small had blue eyes
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5/21/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.55 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Sleet persuades a traveler
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5/19/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.55 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Catching in the storm a wonder - where
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5/20/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.56 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Sleet persuades a traveler, and all night
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5/19/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.57 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Letter from Dorothy
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.58 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: What we tried, if it failed, cannot sustain
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5/13/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.58 | "Finding Out What I Know"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The sun lays warm light, which has brought
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5/14/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.59 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The secret practice of joy
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5/12/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.59 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Where trees live I like the trees
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5/13/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.59 | "In Dear Detail, by Ideal Light"
Handwritten draft.
First line: At Deer Trail, Colorado, a stream went among
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5/13/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.60 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: All at once, often, I try for knowing
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5/6/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.60 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Not move. It was time, but
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5/8/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.61 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Up there the roof knows a wind
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5/4/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.61 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Honor to our laden day
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5/5/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.62 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Down where I walk - many trees in the shade
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5/3/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.63 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Finding you took all this time
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5/1/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.63 | "In Dear Detail, by Ideal Light"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Fence to guide me to where outside is
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5/2/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.64 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The land said miles; the sky
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5/30/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.64 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Certain of that rope, respectful
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5/31/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.64 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: That jolt steel could not sustain -
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5/31/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.64 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Looking out of my window, any time
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5/31/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.65 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Not then and then, but within, without; or
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5/16/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.66 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: On the knees, but amounts to little
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5/8/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.66 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The way to talk - make slower than things really are
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5/9/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.66 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Have you heard the secret about the sky?
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5/11/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.67 | "They Talk For This While"
Handwritten draft.
First line: For this while I fear to know
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6/29/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.67 | "In Dear Detail, by Ideal Light"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Rain goes where it can, finding the earth under
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6/30/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.68 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: That one child who tumbled lucky
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6/19/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.68 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: I have often taken, cheated, stolen
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6/19/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.69 | "So As To Fail Correctly"
Handwritten draft.
First line: So as to fail correctly
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6/25/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.70 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: One by one to everyone
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6/22/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.70 | "In Dear Detail, by Ideal Light"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Rain goes where it can, finding the earth
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6/23/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.71 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Lucky for me my poems are obscure
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6/20/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.71 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The pyramid my time is, with all other
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6/21/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.71 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The birds go around our farm
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6/21/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.72 | "Something at Hood River"
Handwritten draft.
First line: So we have alerted these trees; they wait
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6/22/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.73 | "Aeneas"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Clear place in the tide
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6/20/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.73 | "In Dear Detail, by Ideal Light"
Handwritten draft.
First line: We trust wire; any mans number goes to him
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6/20/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.74 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Pioneer museum faces that held
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6/5/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.74 | "Study in Tone"
Handwritten draft.
First line: One tone the dove says
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6/5/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.74 | "For the School Slates of my Sons: a Late
Subversive Message from Good Old Dad"
Handwritten draft.
First line: What if the round reward for work
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6/6/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.75 | "Study in Tone"
Handwritten draft.
First line: That one tone the dove says -
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6/19/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.76 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Crumbs from the great loaf -
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6/10/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.77 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The voice from grass, gradual
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6/1/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.77 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Some people, they say, turn to each other
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6/1/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.77 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: For all I know, anguish is the state of hope
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6/2/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.78 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Look at whatever people are around you
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6/28/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.78 | "In Dear Detail, by Ideal Light"
Handwritten draft.
First line: It is better never to find you
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6/29/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.79 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Looking as through eye of putte lace (page of prose)
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6/15/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.80 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Imagine a voice calling
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6/2/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.81 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Need to make one good thing
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6/8/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.81 | "In Dear Detail, by Ideal Light"
Handwritten draft.
First line: For we all know one meaning-thread
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6/9/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.82 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: For all our margin - the little sand
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6/8/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.83 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Anyone in the surf, calling
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6/17/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.84 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In and from our developing weakness
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6/17/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.84 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Like wings the corner maple tree hunched over the street
light
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6/17/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.84 | "In Dear Detail, by Ideal Light"
Handwritten draft.
First line: In one leap the wide scene of everything
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6/19/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.85 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Any song in America - even by bad
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6/28/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.86 | "In Dear Detail, by Ideal Light"
Handwritten draft.
First line: A long poem: (outline)
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7/9/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.86 | "In Dear Detail... Hound"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Where the tall trauil fades and you rely
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7/11/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.86 | "In Dear Detail, by Ideal Light"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Now that our land is fenced
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7/11/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.87 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: There is a sound. If we say much
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7/7/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.88 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The drift after event
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7/14/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.89 | "In Dear Detail, by Ideal Light"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Time to help. Today we help the wire
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7/6/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.89 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Many friends I had, of much diameter
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7/6/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.89 | "In Dear Detail, by Ideal Light"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Single will, to find the single way
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7/7/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.90 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Require and such one-way words
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7/22/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.90 | "That Puppy that Came for Nobodys
Hand"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Space is lost; things are found
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7/23/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.91 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: That great leap the lion, disguised in space
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7/24/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.91 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Because I cannot understand, a squall is rising in the sky
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7/25/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.91 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: One wave on the sea eye
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7/26/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.92 | "Empathy"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Sharing pain, I hear the young in pain
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7/18/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.92 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Before the big rock in the swell
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7/18/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.93 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Before a big rock in the swell
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7/22/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.94 | "War and Peace"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The general followed his war
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7/2/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.95 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Morning has a lake; night springs
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7/2/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.95 | "When Loyalty Turned Kind"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Bank robbers from Colorado hid
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7/2/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.95 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Will what comes to us last?
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7/2/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.95 | "War and Peace"
Handwritten draft.
First line: While Napoleon followed his war
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7/2/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.96 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: To learn from you how not to care to laern
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7/1/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.96 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Start well. That is all the
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7/1/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.96 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: You remember me. Im the one
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7/1/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.97 | "Unknown Objector"
Handwritten draft.
First line: You remember me. It was in that rain
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7/1/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.98 | "Thomas Hardy Was an Architect"
Typed draft.
First line: You remember him. You looked at the rain
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7/3/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.99 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Only a glancing encounter
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7/4/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.100 | "Voice of Many Tones"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Follower calls my name
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7/23/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.100 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Containing the dreams that our time
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7/25/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.101 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: By gravel - rock not counted - I came
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7/8/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.101 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: After they find the tallest tree, then for years
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7/9/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.101 | "In Dear Detail, by Ideal Light"
Handwritten draft.
First line: After night huddled the town
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7/9/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.102 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: A Program of Poems (notes for a reading)
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7/22/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.102 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The person I knew who - losing and failing
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7/22/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.103 | "In Dear Detail, by Ideal Light"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Leaping, the scene of everything
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7/3/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.103 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: South of Jefferson and east of Santiam
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7/3/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.104 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Say, a simple thing
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7/1/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.104 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Only maintain some river, its bend
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7/1/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.105 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Literature should be difficult enough... (page of prose)
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7/4/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.106 | "Facts of Life"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Everyones wife usually
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7/27/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.106 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: That part of the worlds dream I dream
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7/27/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.107 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The sole tree. The place the dirt
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7/5/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.107 | "Bat"
Handwritten draft.
First line: A skull you see by not paying attentio
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7/5/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.107 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: At night inside the wire, the circle room
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7/6/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.108 | "Map in the Womens Deans Office"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Each interview skirts
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7/15/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.109 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: It is easy to say we found evidence
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7/20/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.109 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Along after all the trees had ended
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7/21/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.110 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: White grass in late summer
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7/28/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.110 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: What belonged in that alfalfa valley, an almost
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7/28/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.111 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Calmly through the calm bars I observed
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7/28/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.112 | "Look Returned"
Handwritten draft.
First line: At the border of October
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8/5/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.112 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Boy I know, who cant break away (story)
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8/11/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.112 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Someone comes west looking for someone (story)
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8/11/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.113 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: There are no witnesses: we fail
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8/3/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.113 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: One state so north it cruels
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8/4/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.113 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: They read the new - the doughnut - way
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8/4/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.113 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: At the border where Montana
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8/5/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.114 | "Reader, Writer, Poem"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Something sang into the dust
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8/13/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.115 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Because I forgot the stars and all
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8/16/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.115 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The wild my hand flowed over, the
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8/16/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.116 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Some kind of arrow that brings health
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8/31/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.117 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: We read the new - the doughnut - way
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8/5/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.117 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Open the city. I think the light will push
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8/26/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.118 | "It Occurs to Me to Say"
Handwritten draft.
First line: A tree believes, believes long
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8/24/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.119 | "That Puppy That Came for Nobodys
Hand"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Years later, on a sky mesa, that dog would stand
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8/25/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.120 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: That part of the worlds dream I dream
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8/3/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.120 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The state they knew, a capital of rock
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8/3/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.120 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: That emperor who wrote in praise of a bamboo leaf
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8/3/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.121 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Home after a week in British Columbia (page of prose)
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8/22/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.122 | "In the Worry of St. Augustine"
Typed draft.
First line: In the world of Augustine a part of God
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.123 | "In the Worry of St. Augustine"
Typed draft.
First line: In the worry of St. Augustine a part of God
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.124 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Today went hollow once the sun
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9/1/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.124 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Colors patient it in any light
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9/1/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.124 | "At Earle Birneys School"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Where the slope turns cliff
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9/2/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.125 | "Chemistry"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The Hello town
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9/6/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.126 | "Teachers Lament Song of a Teacher Returning
to School"
Handwritten draft.
First line: 300 days hath September
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9/7/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.127 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: No local being experts about far
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9/10/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.127 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Bears do not like to hear children sing
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9/10/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.127 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Our dog worships meat; his very gut sniffs it
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9/10/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.128 | "My Mind Awoke in a Shirt of
Flame"
Handwritten draft.
First line: My mind awoke in a shirt of flame
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9/8/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.129 | "At Earle Birneys School"
Handwritten draft.
First line: And when I got there, no, he
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9/3/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.130 | "Passwords (Epigraph for new book still in
the distant future)"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Will one follow and wander
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9/25/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.131 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: What brings me around ready to meet a challenge
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9/28/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.131 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The part of the sky we cant see
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9/28/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.132 | "Old Man"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Back of the clock where dust whispers
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9/22/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.132 | "In the Clock of Reason"
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the clock of reason
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9/22/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.133 | "Owl"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Seed in all the wood
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9/23/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.133 | "Owl White Owl"
Handwritten draft.
First line: An owl, the cold with eyes
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9/25/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.134 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Tho we fail, I know
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9/21/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.135 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: How do you know, when the figure
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9/17/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.136 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: One kind of tree grows least like a tree
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9/15/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.136 | "Test on the Odyssey"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Getting ready to stand, the woman uncrossed her ankles
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9/17/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.137 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Have you heard the secret about the sky?
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9/11/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.137 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: As one piece of gravel to another
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9/14/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.138 | "For This While"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Every listener begs from sound
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9/11/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.138 | "Introduction"
Handwritten draft.
First line: This nitrogen that became you
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9/11/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.139 | "After Teaching All Day"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Into the desert, trading people for horses
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10/24/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.139 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Whatever everything starts out from
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10/26/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.140 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: You see that lady in a gown
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10/27/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.141 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: God will take that man, no matter where
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10/23/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.141 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Befall regret should come
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10/24/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.142 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: No - the sound wont mean
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10/23/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.142 | "Sophocles Says"
Handwritten draft.
First line: History is a story God is telling; far over the sun
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10/23/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.143 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Filling wisdom before we came
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10/17/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.143 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Where it comes alive after passage
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10/20/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.143 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Birds toward a rendezvous in the clouds
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10/23/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.144 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Befall this room be scene
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10/14/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.144 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Weeds beside a door
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10/16/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.144 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Out of the strangest face
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10/17/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.145 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Paw try on trails to be born
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10/9/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.145 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The sudden tree: Whenever at night you forget
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10/12/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.146 | "On the Beach"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Only few, and they by grace
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10/8/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.146 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: We spray the hose on roses
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10/9/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.147 | "On the Beach"
Handwritten draft.
First line: What happened we all could have known
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10/2/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.147 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Opening an eye
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10/5/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.148 | "Oedipus"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Not crept nor fled nor vaunting
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10/30/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.149 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Else brought through the aisle
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11/30/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.149 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: When children are little boys and girls play together
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11/30/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.149 | "At This Point on the Page"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Frightened at the look of the writing, I looked up
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12/2/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.150 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: South was a place magnolias meant
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11/24/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.150 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Out into a dreadful storm
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11/24/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.150 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Strength is all right, to be brave
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11/24/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.151 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The corridor that blocks our knowing
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11/24/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.151 | "Pour the Water"
Handwritten draft.
First line: You would not believe, through all
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11/24/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.151 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In toward knowing that slow voice
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11/24/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.151 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Every mountain has that one place
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11/24/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.151.1 | "Scramble"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Animals gave their gift
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11/10/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.151.1 | "Needle in the Center"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Spinning in the center
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11/10/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.151.2 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Calmly through the bars observe
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11/8/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.151.3 | "When Running Is All You Can Do"
Handwritten draft.
First line: When running was all I could do
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11/7/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.151.3 | "When Running Is All You Can Do"
Handwritten draft.
First line: When running is all you can do
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11/8/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.151.4 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Cousins trees mile out from the snag
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11/2/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.151.4 | "Suburban Report"
Handwritten draft.
First line: At the edge of our yard trees go high
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11/4/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.151.4 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: What is our distance? It goes maybe no place
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11/4/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.151.5 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: All wanderers belong someplace
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11/1/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.151.6 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The sun contains the roll of the sea
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11/17/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.151.6 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Some time you will have to come back
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11/17/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.151.6 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: This whole coast is launched
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11/17/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.151.7 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In that eye, the center
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11/17/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.151.7 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Corridors belong to what starts from here
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11/17/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.151.8 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: When silent creatures wake
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11/16/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.151.8 | "Passing a Place"
Handwritten draft.
First line: A gray fish came near our ship
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11/16/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.151.9 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the cold, when birds bring ice
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11/16/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.151.10 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: After rock fell, storm stopped
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11/4/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.151.10 | "On the Schoolground"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Gravel poured onto drums
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11/6/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.151.10 | "By the Old Deer Trail"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Into the forest under the bough
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11/6/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.151.11 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Corridors belong
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11/19/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.151.11 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: No rock, no ark, no spirit
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11/23/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.152 | "In Fear and Valor"
Handwritten draft.
First line: My mother was afraid
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11/6/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.152 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: What came by forgetting, so to be more
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11/6/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.153 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Candle sleep. or cells returning all they feel
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11/27/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.153 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Else and Other haunt my church
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11/27/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.153 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: Stairs of stars in sparkle search
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.154 | "Word in the Snow"
Typed draft.
First line: On snow that winter fastened across our state
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.155 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The place waiting to be believed
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12/13/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.156 | "New Suspense"
Handwritten draft.
First line: You may put out a hand, like this
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12/29/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.156 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Who will live there?
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12/30/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.157 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: One root we burned had flame in waves
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12/27/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.157 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Listen, that roar diminished
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12/28/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.157 | "Meditation on History, Art, and
Truth"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The narrative I tell is a lie
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12/28/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.158 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The cost of epics may break the world
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12/15/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.159 | "Word in the Snow"
Typed draft.
First line: On snow that winter fastened across our state
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.160 | "Memorials of a Tour To----"
Typed draft.
First line: Tea at a campfire
|
1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.160 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: One campfire higher every year
|
1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.161 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Coiling away from any ground
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12/15/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.161 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Roland field at Ronceveaux
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12/17/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.162 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Boltered, slag, imbued
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12/15/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.162 | "Ditch 40"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Water rolled across the field; one sheet
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12/15/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.163 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Swirling, deep in the rock
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12/11/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.163 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: By the time our new Senator succeeded
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12/11/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.163 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: There are charitable offerings that corrupt
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12/11/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.164 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: After snow in the pass one morning
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12/12/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.165 | "Oedipus"
Typed draft.
First line: Not creeping, nor fleeing, nor vaunting
|
1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.166 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The reason every night calms
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12/17/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.166 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Faith hazed out, water spread on stones
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12/18/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.166 | "Word in the Snow"
Handwritten draft.
First line: On snow that winter fastened across our state
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12/18/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.166 | "Memorials of a Tour/Mt Hood"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Woe, the wind said
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12/20/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.166 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Millions of pages fell
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12/20/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.167 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The even talk and the hollow method
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12/22/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.167 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: One campfire higher every year
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12/22/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.168 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The Strangeness of My Life (page of notes for talk)
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12/11/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.169 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Mountain ash is debonair
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12/8/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.169 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In corduroy mountains: palaminos love to disappear
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12/8/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.169 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: A flicked bird passed the car
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12/10/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.169 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The villain rides a palamino horse
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12/10/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.170 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Every vine bewildered finds
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12/7/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.170 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: It is a long time since Rolands horn
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12/8/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.171 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Houses a hundred years ago at night
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12/7/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.172 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The shadow self along the wall
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12/4/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.172 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Wool shirts make the church warm
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12/4/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.172 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Cold - and now room enough
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12/4/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.173 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Someone tries wild country and lives
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7/10/1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.174 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: One campfire higher every year (58?)
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1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.174 | "Memorials of a Tour/Mt Hood"
Typed draft.
First line: Tea at a campfire (58?)
|
1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.175 | "New Suspense"
Typed draft.
First line: You may put out a hand, like this
|
1958 |
Box: 4 | 58.176 | "You Do What You Have To Do"
Typed draft.
First line: Along a way blazed on trees
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1/12/1959 |
Box: 4 | 58.177 | "You Do What You Have... (I)"
Typed draft.
First line: Along a way blazed on trees
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1/12/1959 |
Box: 4 | 58.178 | "You Do What You Have... (II)"
Typed draft.
First line: But always after you lost that man
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1959 |
Box: 4 | 58.179 | "What the River Told the Land"
Typed draft.
First line: From here to any rock
|
1959 |
Box: 4 | 58.179 | "Meditation on History, Art, and
Truth"
Typed draft.
First line: History is Gods art; doubt is ours
|
1959 |
Box: 4 | 58.180 | "Song of Roland"
Typed draft.
First line: Often we have paid for all that vaunt
|
1959 |
Box: 4 | 58.180 | "Fury of Knowing"
Typed draft.
First line: Into the close fury of knowing
|
1959 |
Box: 4 | 58.181 | "Why?"
Typed draft.
First line: Faster than the mind can fly
|
1959 |
Box: 4 | 58.181 | "To Those Planning the Centennial"
Typed draft.
First line: What the journey meant
|
1959 |
Box: 4 | 58.182 | "Proportioning"
Typed draft.
First line: At any proud hour the flame
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1959 |
Box: 4 | 58.183 | "I Really Must Leave Now"
Typed draft.
First line: At parties late and then in the sound that morning makes
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6/1/1959 |
Box: 4 | 58.184 | "New State"
Typed draft.
First line: All of you hurrying by: last night late
|
1959 |
Box: 4 | 58.185 | "Our Neighborhood"
Typed draft.
First line: To who concerns himself with it: our neighborhood
|
1959 |
Box: 4 | 58.186 | "Our Neighborhood"
Typed draft.
First line: To who concerns himself with it: our neighborhood
|
1959 |
Box: 4 | 58.187 | "At Cove on the Crooked River"
Typed draft.
First line: At Cove at our camp in the open canyon
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8/9/1959 |
Box: 4 | 58.187 | "Party Line"
Typed draft.
First line: The echo that that voice was was
|
1959 |
Box: 4 | 58.188 | "Our Neighborhood"
Typed draft.
First line: To who concerns himslef with it: our neighborhood
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1959 |
Box: 4 | 58.189 | "Our Neighborhood p.2"
Typed draft.
First line: Near bus line, and public services
|
1959 |
Box: 4 | 58.190 | "Our Neighborhood p.3"
Typed draft.
First line: We have a planning commission
|
1959 |
Box: 4 | 58.191 | "Waiting"
Typed draft.
First line: No one heard any gate close
|
1959 |
Box: 4 | 58.192 | "Being"
Typed draft.
First line: No one heard any gate close
|
1959 |
Box: 4 | 58.192 | "Peters Family"
Typed draft.
First line: At the end of their ragged field
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1959 |
Box: 4 | 58.193 | "Peters Family"
Typed draft.
First line: At the end of their ragged field
|
1959 |
Box: 4 | 58.194 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: No one hears the real gate close
|
1959 |
Box: 4 | 58.195 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Short, Scattered Pieces (page of prose)
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1959 |
Box: 4 | 58.196 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Short, Scattered Pieces p.2 (page of prose)
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1959 |
Box: 4 | 58.197 | "Museum Pieces p.1"
Typed draft.
First line: A man at the museum carrying a great big shadow
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1959 |
Box: 4 | 58.198 | "Museum Pieces p.2"
Typed draft.
First line: The boots know where they are
|
1959 |
Box: 4 | 58.199 | "Museum Pieces p.3"
Typed draft.
First line: With a glance in the station they extradite each other
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1959 |
Box: 4 | 58.200 | "Museum Pieces p.4"
Typed draft.
First line: are ash limbs, and the day is really the tide
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1959 |
Box: 4 | 58.201 | "Museum Pieces p.5"
Typed draft.
First line: All summer at an island
|
1959 |
Box: 4 | 58.202 | "In the Still Night"
Typed draft.
First line: Mixed in the signals around us
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1959 |
Box: 4 | 58.203 | "Trouble, Knowing"
Typed draft.
First line: We well know the tiger
|
1959 |
Box: 4 | 58.204 | "Title Comes Later"
Typed draft.
First line: In my sleep a little man cries, Faker! Faker!
|
1959 |
Box: 4 | 58.205 | "Three"
Typed draft.
First line: To have imagination is to be
|
1959 |
Box: 4 | 58.206 | "Job Teaching Shelley in Manchester,
Indiana"
Typed draft.
First line: All that story of the stars
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9/7/1959 |
Box: 4 | 58.207 | "Teaching Shelley in Manchester,
Indiana"
Typed draft.
First line: Vast versions of wind, the float road home
|
1959 |
Box: 4 | 58.208 | "Job Teaching Shelley in Manchester,
Indiana"
Typed draft.
First line: All that story of the stars
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9/7/1959 |
Box: 4 | 58.209 | "Trip"
Typed draft.
First line: Our car was fierce enough
|
1959 |
Box: 4 | 58.210 | "Tree in the Forest"
Typed draft.
First line: 59? Yes, I remember: year
|
11/2/1959 |
Box: 4 | 58.211 | "Ultimate Problems Is There a Niebuhr in the
House?"
Typed draft.
First line: In the Aztec design God crowds
|
1959 |
Box: 4 | 58.212 | "On a Birthday"
Typed draft.
First line: Sometimes when the clear sky bends
|
1959 |
Box: 4 | 58.213 | "On a Birthday"
Typed draft.
First line: We have a dog named Here
|
1959 |
Box: 4 | 58.214 | "On a Birthday"
Typed draft.
First line: We have a dog named Here
|
1959 |
Box: 4 | 58.215 | "On a Birthday"
Typed draft.
First line: We have a dog named Here
|
1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.1 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Today has come around us: we
|
1/25/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.1 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Standing at night receiving the gift from everyplace
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1/25/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.1 | "Dream"
Handwritten draft.
First line: A light went along the road
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2/2/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.2 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Greetings like good day
|
1/12/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.2 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Where horsemen solve their hardest problems - empty country
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1/15/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.3 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The way to do - close with your work
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1/9/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.3 | "You Do What..."
Handwritten draft.
First line: Along a way, blazed on trees
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1/12/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.4 | "You Do What..."
Typed draft.
First line: Along a way blazed on trees
|
1/12/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.4 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: Where horsemen met their hardest problems
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Box: 5 | 59.5 | "Song of Roland"
Handwritten draft.
First line: How often we have paid for all that vaunt
|
1/23/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.5 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Look, these waiting events
|
1/25/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.6 | "To the Centennial Guides"
Handwritten draft.
First line: What the journey meant
|
1/18/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.7 | "Snowblind"
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the crude eye color blazes gray
|
1/22/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.8 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Into the close fury of knowing
|
1/19/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.9 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: When river told land, a clause
|
1/2/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.9 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: From here to any rock
|
1/2/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.10 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: At 4 this morning I woke...(page of prose)
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1/17/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.11 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: After the ship and the joking of the water
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1/8/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.11 | "Part of God in the Worry of St.
Augustine"
Handwritten draft.
First line: One place in space was where
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1/8/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.11 | "Part of God in the Worry of St.
Augustine"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Everyplace in space was where
|
1/8/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.12 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Where horsemen solved their hardest problems
|
1/5/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.13 | "How to write without sentences"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Elf bent seedling, grown
|
1/3/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.13 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: A whole people could make a mistake
|
1/5/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.14 | "King Space"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Confident wherever he was, my friend
|
2/13/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.14 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The cost of epics may ruin all the world
|
2/15/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.15 | "Who Remembers Cozy Summer"
Typed draft.
First line: One rain may hit one place, then - so long, dust
|
1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.16 | "King Space"
Handwritten draft.
First line: If only we can trade space
|
2/12/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.17 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Do not ask more than the winter gives
|
2/21/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.17 | "Wanderer Awaiting Preferment"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Only what winter gives, I claim. Yew trees
|
2/22/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.17 | "Wanderer Awaiting Preferment"
Handwritten draft.
First line: I turn the towns I pass to memories
|
2/22/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.18 | "Wanderer Awaiting Preferment"
Handwritten draft.
First line: That home assured by plants, the heather
|
2/19/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.18 | "Wanderer Awaiting Preferment"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The strategy of reserve, the doing right
|
2/21/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.18 | "Wanderer Awaiting Preferment"
Handwritten draft.
First line: In a world where no one knows for sure
|
2/21/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.19 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Wide, high state
|
2/18/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.20 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: All times by grace pour hours
|
1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.21 | "King Space"
Handwritten draft.
First line: King Space took rooms away
|
2/16/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.21 | "King Space"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Confident wherever he was, my friend
|
2/16/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.22 | "look cat"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Old as the look was, it missed
|
2/2/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.22 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: It was strange. Not a child, but a woman
|
2/3/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.23 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Reading The Wild Duck... (page of prose)
|
2/8/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.24 | "Proportioning"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The disproportioning: last things have us
|
2/6/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.24 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Because by grace in these good hours
|
2/8/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.25 | "King Space"
Typed draft.
First line: Confident wherever he is, my friend
|
1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.25 | "Look Cat"
Typed draft.
First line: A woman has blinded this house
|
1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.26 | "Where horsemen met..."
Handwritten draft.
First line: And that was true
|
2/5/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.27 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: No way to save you: I see you fail
|
3/2/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.27 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Save me from anger, either slow
|
3/4/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.28 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: How it faded was - color meant little
|
3/14/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.28 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: All you say comes from the world
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3/14/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.28 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: On crouching statues and in shards
|
3/14/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.29 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Impatient with what my tribe assumes
|
3/20/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.29 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Whatever it is the world does now
|
3/20/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.29 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: We have cultivated needs that torture us
|
3/20/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.30 | "Note from the Underground"
Handwritten draft.
First line: We live in a little willow house
|
3/16/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.31 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Wide the wader fell in deep
|
4/22/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.31 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The Kaiser sawed his own wood
|
4/26/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.31 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The eye looks at the brain
|
4/26/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.32 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The sky that could sustain a heaven
|
3/30/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.32 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Sleep of wings below us
|
3/31/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.33 | "Memorials of a Tour/Mt Hood"
Typed draft.
First line: Both sides fought stillness
|
1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.34 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Some of the coldest land was in the sun
|
4/17/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.34 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Next time trouble, next time help
|
4/19/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.35 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The jugular caught the cats attention
|
4/20/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.35 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: A torment of wise girders will become still
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4/20/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.35 | "Old Helper"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Even when we ran farther than we thought we could
|
4/21/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.36 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: We have the working of truth
|
4/20/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.36 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Live so: the morning sun
|
4/20/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.36 | "To One Who Scorned Nostalgia"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Fast they came and high
|
4/20/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.37 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: By its own excellence it fails
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4/14/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.37 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: A line, of some kind, goes, or could go
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4/16/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.37 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Hearing the voice -- life-thrilled contralto
|
4/16/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.38 | "Look Cat"
Handwritten draft.
First line: It was strange. A woman had blinded the house
|
2/16/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.38 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Moving a little toward flank
|
2/16/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.39 | "How to Cross This Valley"
Handwritten draft.
First line: When they search they miss
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4/9/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.39 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The thing dogs need and then some warm to stare in
|
4/11/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.40 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Close to the side, anothers side
|
4/6/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.41 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: This metaphor we inhabit... (page of prose)
|
4/14/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.42 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Wire brought a tight landscape, a screen
|
3/30/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.42 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: We think wings
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3/30/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.43 | "Proportioning"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Hearing the level wind we earthward
|
2/4/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.44 | "Memorials of a Tour At a Pioneer
Cemetery"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Both sides fought stillness
|
4/4/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.45 | "Memorials of a Tour Pioneer"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Of course there was always this to say
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4/4/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.46 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: How I love that scorn that others
|
3/23/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.46 | "Memorials of a Tour/HoodTrip to the Zoo / In
the Cage"
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the turn of neck a wolverine offered
|
3/23/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.47 | "Memorials of a Tour/Hood"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Smoke thinks it ought to have a home
|
3/22/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.48 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: To be a fool as far as anyone
|
3/23/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.49 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Let orders get lost when any wood
|
3/18/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.49 | "Hero Learning to Leave Home"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Early, ordered by the straight sounds
|
3/18/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.50 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Twirling the quiet storms within themselves
|
2/24/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.50 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Only oblique reluct, and then look
|
2/26/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.50 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Will you call me, over
|
2/27/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.51 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The only word our state would say
|
3/15/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.51 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: What can they trust - who have to trust
|
3/15/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.52 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Glint at underwhelmed man at work
|
3/9/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.53 | "Universe Is One Place"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Crisis? Crisis they call it, when
|
3/6/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.53 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Speak what breath brings
|
3/6/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.54 | "Stop at Dunsmuir"
Handwritten draft.
First line: That waterfall sleeping on the way down
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3/5/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.54 | "Elevator"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Spoke? No. Nobody spoke
|
3/5/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.54 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Alone, a harp. There is a cold place
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3/6/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.54 | "Universe Is One Place"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Crisis they call it? When
|
3/6/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.55 | "Wanderer Awaiting Preferment"
Typed draft.
First line: In a world where no one knows for sure
|
1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.56 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: A person flaunts ability to shine
|
3/1/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.57 | "Wanderer Awaiting Preferment"
Typed draft.
First line: In a world where no one knows for sure
|
1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.58 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Darkness is a sky where we could fall
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4/26/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.58 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Colors crowd us to be our family
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4/26/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.58 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Evil means all it would say
|
4/30/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.59 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Knowing the owl floats for hunger
|
4/1/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.59 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Closing, approaching. But good. Somewhere out there
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4/2/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.60 | "Glimpses"
Typed draft.
First line: By a simple bridge, a log, we cross
|
1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.61 | "Survivors"
Typed draft.
First line: A man came toward our fire
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4/9/1961 |
Box: 5 | 59.62 | "Teacher to Parent"
Typed draft.
First line: Worshippers embody their wants and are saved
|
1961 |
Box: 5 | 59.63 | "Teachers Apology to a Parent"
Typed draft.
First line: This term your son awoke into the bell
|
1961 |
Box: 5 | 59.64 | "Teachers Apology to a Parent"
Typed draft.
First line: This term your son moved into the bell
|
1961 |
Box: 5 | 59.65 | "Vocation: Writer"
Typed draft.
First line: This dream the world is having about itself
|
1961 |
Box: 5 | 59.66 | "Student"
Typed draft.
First line: In still fields where only the whole world moves
|
1961 |
Box: 5 | 59.67 | "Poor Mans Machiavelli"
Typed draft.
First line: Like the sudden friend on the straight road
|
1961 |
Box: 5 | 59.68 | "Recollection"
Typed draft.
First line: A picture comes and finds you; swerves
|
1961 |
Box: 5 | 59.69 | "Talking Over the Trip"
Typed draft.
First line: All we brought back shone
|
3/29/1961 |
Box: 5 | 59.70 | "Glimpses"
Typed draft.
First line: By a simple bridge, a log, we cross
|
1961 |
Box: 5 | 59.71 | "Glimpses"
Typed draft.
First line: By a simple bridge, a log, we crossed
|
1961 |
Box: 5 | 59.72 | "Orientation"
Typed draft.
First line: You gropers, present company, recall
|
1961 |
Box: 5 | 59.73 | "At Bow Lake"
Typed draft.
First line: The man bent near our fire
|
1961 |
Box: 5 | 59.74 | "Certain Quiet Types"
Typed draft.
First line: Recall quiet types that wont return
|
1961 |
Box: 5 | 59.75 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Loft hay we visited
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5/1/1961 |
Box: 5 | 59.75 | "Out There"
Handwritten draft.
First line: That school between the atoms where
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5/2/1961 |
Box: 5 | 59.76 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: People in the park we passed
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5/13/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.77 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: When they said of that welter of wild
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5/28/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.77 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Precise. Exactly where clear hills pace
|
5/30/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.78 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Women and men pelted into the hills
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5/24/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.78 | "At the Ski Meet"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Will no one say a word for Now?
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5/27/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.79 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Alone, those crowds belong away somewhere
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5/23/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.79 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In order to find you, to know
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5/23/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.80 | "Old Helper: a Few of His Doings"
Handwritten draft.
First line: By one and then another speech
|
5/10/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.81 | "Old Helper"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Kids in the numb room told each other
|
5/17/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.81 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: It comes, a little sound: only God
|
5/18/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.81 | "At Night School"
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the class a woman wild about New Mexico
|
5/18/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.82 | "I Really Must Leave Now Catacombs
poem"
Typed draft.
First line: At parties late or in the sound a morning makes
|
6/1/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.83 | "Hamlet in Rome catacombs"
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the amphitheater we found a
|
5/10/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.83 | "Catacombs poem"
Handwritten draft.
First line: In their dark the blind have catacombs
|
5/12/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.84 | "Catacombs poem"
Handwritten draft.
First line: We slow may find that various
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5/7/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.84 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Sleep we sought: or height, or arrival
|
5/10/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.85 | "On the Campus"
Typed draft.
First line: In the hall they named for Templeton
|
1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.85 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: When the lion died the tree let go a leaf
|
1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.86 | "Trustees of the College"
Typed draft.
First line: In the hall they named for Templeton
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1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.87 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Little bird, how you had to be
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5/4/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.87 | "How You Had To Be"
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the hall named for Templeton
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5/6/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.88 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Right now you trouble the sleep
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5/3/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.89 | "Peters Family"
Handwritten draft.
First line: West sags, returns
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6/22/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.89 | "Peters Family"
Handwritten draft.
First line: They cant analyze some people
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6/24/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.90 | "Read to the Last Line"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Suppose a heroic deed
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6/24/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.91 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Opening day many trout forgive their sides
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6/13/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.91 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: A young tiger was loose (dream)
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6/15/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.92 | "Our Neighborhood"
Typed draft.
First line: To who concerns himself with it: our neighborhood
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1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.93 | "Our Neighborhood p.2"
Typed draft.
First line: Near bus line, and public services
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1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.94 | "Our Neighborhood p.3"
Typed draft.
First line: We have a planning commission
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1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.95 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Wide highway, co-ordinate turned wide
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6/8/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.95 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: This way happens to be right. I happen to choose it
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6/9/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.95 | "Our Neighborhood"
Handwritten draft.
First line: To who concerns himself with it
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6/9/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.96 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: At night, it was, and in their dreams, trouble
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6/5/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.96 | "Scholar in the Library"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Out of our sudden space evening birds
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6/6/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.97 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Pavement fans to drives, to lawns, to split
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6/9/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.98 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: In order to find you, to deserve
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1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.99 | "At the Ski Meet"
Typed draft.
First line: Above their hickory bent to spring
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1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.100 | "I Really Must Leave Now"
Typed draft.
First line: At parties late or in the sound that morning makes
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6/1/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.100 | ""
Typed draft.
First line: The eye of an owl looks at the brain
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4/26/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.101 | "How to Cross This Valley"
Typed draft.
First line: When they march they miss
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1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.102 | "To One Who Scorns Nostalgia"
Typed draft.
First line: The geese come fast and high
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1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.102 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: We own the truth of Truth
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1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.103 | "Read to the Last Line Suppose"
Typed draft.
First line: Suppose a heroic deed
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1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.104 | "Jugular"
Typed draft.
First line: My jugular caught his glance
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1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.104 | "Old Helper"
Typed draft.
First line: When we ran farther than we thought we could
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1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.105 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Little heart, little heart, when will the load of the sky
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6/4/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.106 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Bound because they know
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5/30/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.106 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: No ditch without its willow
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6/3/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.107 | "Writing the Australian Crawl"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Coming home from camping (prose original)
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6/22/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.107 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: We hoped with trees and other things
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6/22/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.108 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: We break fourteen sticks and set them
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7/16/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.108 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Certain weeds come where low water
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7/17/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.108 | "Art Process"
Handwritten draft.
First line: That long, stupid look at the material
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7/17/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.109 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Informed by something jagged - a cruel king, say -
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7/8/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.109 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: My hand against the solid rock
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7/9/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.109 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: What we cannot see turns the lake
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7/9/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.110 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Down south you hold your mouth just so
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7/10/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.110 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: One cold morning before Einstein died
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7/10/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.110 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: On the morning of July 11, 1959
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7/11/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.110 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Go wherever you want to in your shadow
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7/12/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.111 | "Title Comes Later"
Handwritten draft.
First line: In sleep the self responds - faker! faker!
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7/7/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.112 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: There must be sound because great sighs
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7/6/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.113 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Many towns, the enemy of any kind of fountain
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7/6/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.114 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Where corn tops crowd near the river
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7/4/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.115 | "Big Minnow"
Handwritten draft.
First line: We translated all the day
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7/1/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.115 | "Being"
Handwritten draft.
First line: No one heard any gate close
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7/1/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.116 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: You must hurry to meet what will be
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7/2/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.116 | "Party Line"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The echo that the voice was was
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7/3/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.117 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: Live so: the morning sun
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1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.117 | "Below Words"
Typed draft.
First line: Hearing the life-thrill contralto
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1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.118 | "Charro"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Forming in the wrist of that man
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7/31/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.118 | "Snow Water"
Handwritten draft.
First line: All the summer at an island
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7/31/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.118 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: These pine cathedrals, ponderosa columns
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7/31/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.119 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Two people anchored think they can see all boats (story)
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7/20/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.119 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: It was along in honey, timed a different way
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7/20/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.119 | "Escape"
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the deer already arrived
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7/30/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.120 | "Flowers and Rocks Consider the Little
Flowering Plants II"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Attentive to the air, returning the rains touch
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7/14/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.121 | "Consider I"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Over in the Indian country in the fall
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7/15/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.121 | "Consider III"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Down in the closed night we remembered ourselves
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7/15/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.122 | "page of prose"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Failures guide. Ignorance is one of our friends
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7/5/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.123 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In cold woods at daylight cruelest men
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8/10/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.123 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The fashioning of banks and the decor
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8/10/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.124 | "Fire Thorn"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Either bush or tree
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8/2/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.124 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: With a glance in the station we extradite each other
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8/2/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.125 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: First where the roof belongs
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8/10/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.125 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The way steel is hard
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8/10/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.125 | "Accoutrements"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The point of this knife ia wisdom
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8/10/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.126 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Born again on an island far from here
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8/9/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.126 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: With a glance when we pass we extradite each other
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8/9/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.126 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Surprised in hollow, out for rind
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8/9/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.127 | "Charro"
Typed draft.
First line: Formed in the wrist of that man
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1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.127 | "Small Town Vignette"
Typed draft.
First line: My eskimo dog always bit a certain man
|
1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.128 | "Job At Manchester College"
Typed draft.
First line: It starts before light
|
1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.129 | "Job At Manchester College p.2"
Typed draft.
First line: look at the deep faces looking at us
|
1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.130 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Not only can imagine the world
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8/6/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.130 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: A kind of pitch that - not having touched it
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8/6/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.131 | "Place to Be Is Where You Are"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Now comes our time, new night
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8/7/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.132 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: You might as well know -
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8/2/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.132 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: What is coming toward us?
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8/3/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.133 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: You may drive a nitro truck
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8/9/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.133 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: No ever unless a stranger
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8/9/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.133 | "At Cove on the Crooked River"
Handwritten draft.
First line: At Cove Park our camp in the open
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8/9/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.134 | "Charro"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Formed in the wrist of that man
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7/31/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.134 | "Small Town Vignette"
Handwritten draft.
First line: My eskimo dog always bit a certain man
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7/31/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.135 | "Flowers and Rocks"
Typed draft.
First line: Attentive to the air, returning the rains touch
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7/1/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.136 | "Trouble, Knowing"
Handwritten draft.
First line: We well know the tiger
|
8/24/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.136 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: It was two weeks after their marriage (story)
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8/24/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.137 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: As alone as broken clouds
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8/26/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.137 | "Job Manchester College"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Vast versions of wind, the float route home
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8/26/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.138 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the way they were coming
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8/25/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.138 | "To the Girl in the Bus"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The sound of a boat in mist, lisping faint waves
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8/25/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.139 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: At night before you check the barn, let the dogs out
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8/24/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.139 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Flowers at the last farm on the north road
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8/24/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.140 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the fall - hear the leaves along?-
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8/21/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.140 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Sundays dark birds find people
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8/21/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.141 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: A place that means to have what is there
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8/20/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.141 | "Wondering"
Handwritten draft.
First line: A need for that still mountainside
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8/20/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.141 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: After the breeze at night, when the guardians
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8/20/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.141 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: We felt the beginning of all right: be where you are / and then
by being there be on your way
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8/20/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.141 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Among the crowd somewhere an immediate / clown
|
8/20/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.142 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Fast along the cliff with bounce
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8/10/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.142 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The Negotiable Poem (article)
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8/12/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.143 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Part of the wisdom of the state we were
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8/28/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.143 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The north side of Mt. Jefferson offered
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8/31/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.144 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: One turned and asked the design
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9/7/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.145 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The healthy twist all torque toward the right
|
9/7/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.145 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Faith has a fire, not of a torture
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9/7/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.146 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The leaders of one country found their people
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9/2/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.146 | "JobTeaching Shelley..."
Handwritten draft.
First line: All that story of the stars
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9/7/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.147 | "Job At Manchester College"
Typed draft.
First line: It starts before light
|
1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.148 | "To the Girl in the Bus"
Typed draft.
First line: The sound of a boat in mist lisping faint waves
|
1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.148 | "For the Anniversary Banquet"
Typed draft.
First line: In the way they were coming
|
1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.149 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Local people (all people are) - (photocopy)
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9/15/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.149 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: After the wisdom river we climbed farther (photocopy)
|
9/15/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.149 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: There was a way the leaves were over (photocopy)
|
9/15/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.149 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: By calling Love they thought they owned it (photocopy)
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9/15/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.149 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Once in the West a grizzly (photocopy)
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9/15/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.150 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Lovers meet inside a cage where tiger cubs (photocopy)
|
9/15/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.150 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Wood one branch at a time extends (photocopy)
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9/16/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.150 | "Adults Only"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Our airedale owns a fur world (photocopy)
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9/16/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.151 | "Adults Only"
Typed draft.
First line: Animals own a fur world (photocopy)
|
1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.152 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: You tell us more than we can forgive
|
9/13/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.152 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Once we lose, only absolute expense will
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9/13/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.153 | "Job"
Handwritten draft.
First line: How to be quiet enough with them
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9/12/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.154 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: On the web, then foot. We did not go out
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9/10/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.154 | "Job"
Handwritten draft.
First line: the door slammed, the hall took us toward quiet
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9/10/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.155 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: When hills rise against the walkers breath
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9/20/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.155 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: No one said the force; no one
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9/28/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.156 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: Sundays dark birds find people
|
1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.156 | "Wondering Poems 3"
Typed draft.
First line: A need for that still mountainside
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8/20/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.156 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: Be where you are
|
1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.156 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: At the great falls we tried to watch the rocks
|
1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.157 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Using the old saw hand for new cutting
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9/21/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.157 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: From the soft airplane a steel moth
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9/21/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.158 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Receiving all else. Even in the dark
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9/23/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.158 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Seeing the sawdust at the mill
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9/24/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.159 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Hesitating, the translator found himself
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9/17/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.159 | "Three Travel Poems 1 / After the Mild
Summer"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Long rain meant the real wind
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9/18/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.160 | "Design on the Oriole"
Typed draft.
First line: Dragon blood, they say - little emblems
|
1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.161 | "Design on the Oriole"
Typed draft.
First line: Dragon blood, they say, little emblems
|
1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.162 | "Old Hamer Place"
Typed draft.
First line: The wind came every night like an animal
|
1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.163 | "Thought Is a Pacifist"
Typed draft.
First line: While the bullet was coming
|
1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.163 | "Communion at Lunch"
Typed draft.
First line: Between my sandwich (little but bread these days)
|
1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.164 | "Subsistence Farm"
Typed draft.
First line: Tell again just one little strange thing - last fall
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1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.165 | "After Plotinus"
Typed draft.
First line: When a statue turns its real gaze
|
1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.165 | "Design on the Oriole"
Typed draft.
First line: Dragon blood, they say - little emblems
|
1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.166 | "Old Hamer Place"
Typed draft.
First line: The wind came every night like an animal
|
1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.167 | "Thought, the Pacifist"
Typed draft.
First line: While the bullet was coming
|
1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.168 | "Communion at Lunch"
Typed draft.
First line: Eating my sandwich (little but bread these days)
|
1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.169 | "Subsistence"
Typed draft.
First line: Remember this little strange thing: last fall
|
1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.170 | "Character"
Typed draft.
First line: You preferred oak trees, walked
|
1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.171 | "By the Escalator"
Typed draft.
First line: There are faces you own
|
1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.172 | "Across the Lakes Eye"
Typed draft.
First line: Theres a lefthand world that other people see
|
1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.173 | "Birthday"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Here, our dog, will bite
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10/28/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.173 | "Birthday"
Handwritten draft.
First line: We have a dog named Here
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10/29/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.174 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The clear sky bends
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10/24/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.175 | "Wondering Poems 2"
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the cross-fixed heaven
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10/16/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.175 | "Three Travel Poems 1"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Long rain meant the real wind
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10/16/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.175 | "Wondering Poems 1"
Handwritten draft.
First line: A man looked into a telescope
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10/16/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.176 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Rain identified a face
|
10/5/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.177 | "Once in Traffic Sounds / Girl Who Died, Who
Lived"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Last night in a sound that came by chance
|
10/11/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.177 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Nothing really hastens or slows time
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10/7/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.177 | "Ultimate Problems"
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the Aztec design God crowds
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10/8/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.177 | "Girl Who Died, Who Lived"
Handwritten draft.
First line: I assure you I forgot your name
|
10/11/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.178 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: It is time to know how far
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10/18/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.178 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: What if the weather tells me a north story
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1/18/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.179 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: It loomed. Everything tried
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10/20/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.179 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Where we stopped the wagon was sold
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10/22/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.179 | "Trip"
Handwritten draft.
First line: One day I met a man so dull
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10/22/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.180 | "What For"
Handwritten draft.
First line: You could act cold - that is on the way
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10/16/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.180 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Oak is ignorance; willow is nothing but knowing
|
10/16/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.181 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: That year the sun began to mean
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10/30/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.182 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The road then measured along past mileposts
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10/22/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.182 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The track turns. We know it will again
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10/24/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.183 | "Tree in the Forest"
Handwritten draft.
First line: 59? Yes, I remember: year
|
11/2/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.183 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The tree that falls in the forest
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11/3/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.184 | "Title Comes Later"
Typed draft.
First line: In sleep a little man cries, Faker! Faker!
|
1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.185 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Immediate here and fiercely seen, a
|
11/23/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.186 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Only black, then only cold
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11/21/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.186 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: What we see through is a strange window
|
11/21/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.186 | "Old Hamer Place"
Handwritten draft.
First line: The wind comes every night like a stealthy animal
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11/22/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.187 | "Old Hamer Place Moving Day"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Swinging back, sky sounding
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11/19/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.188 | "Communion at Lunch"
Typed draft.
First line: Between my sandwich (little but bread these days)
|
1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.189 | "Live Perception"
Typed draft.
First line: While the bullet was coming
|
1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.190 | "Ultimate Problems"
Typed draft.
First line: In the Aztec design God crowds
|
1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.191 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Now we know how near the danger
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11/9/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.191 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Now:/I want the wind to come in
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11/12/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.192 | "Wondering Poems 1"
Typed draft.
First line: What must I have?
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1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.192 | "Wondering Poems 2"
Typed draft.
First line: In the cross-fixed heaven
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1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.192 | "Wondering Poems 3"
Typed draft.
First line: A man looked into a telescope
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10/16/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.193 | "Three Travel Poems 1"
Typed draft.
First line: Long rain meant the real wind
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9/18/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.193 | "Three Travel Poems 2"
Typed draft.
First line: After that wisdom river we climbed further
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9/15/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.193 | "Wondering Three Travel Poems 3"
Typed draft.
First line: A need for that still mountainside
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8/20/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.194 | "Birthday"
Typed draft.
First line: We have a dog named Here
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1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.194 | "Wondering Poems 1"
Typed draft.
First line: A man looked into a telescope
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10/16/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.194 | "Wondering Poems 2"
Typed draft.
First line: In the cross-fixed heaven
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1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.194 | "Wondering Poems 3"
Typed draft.
First line: A need for that still mountainside
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8/20/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.195 | "Old Hamer Place Moving Day"
Typed draft.
First line: The wind comes every night like a stealthy animal
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1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.196 | "Old Hamer Place"
Handwritten draft.
First line: This had got lost from my mind
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11/17/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.196 | "Old Hamer Place"
Handwritten draft.
First line: A place that has changed is a different place
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11/19/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.197 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Heavy things remind space
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11/15/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.197 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Only two, and they weeping
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11/16/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.198 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Something that speaks my voice recants
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11/15/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.199 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Come along down to Evans
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11/6/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.200 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: What the way showed - more to bite
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11/5/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.200 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The birds are finding quality, ducks
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11/5/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.200 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Elephants go to die at a big valley
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11/5/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.201 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Out where the heart works harder
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11/20/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.201 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: We were close and then living on the edge
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11/21/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.202 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Oh shake this house indeed, animal: before we go away
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11/24/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.203 | "After To Plotinus"
Handwritten draft.
First line: A statue turned to real eyes
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11/30/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.203 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Looping into their throats what vowels
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12/1/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.204 | "Design on the Oriole"
Handwritten draft.
First line: It may be that right here
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12/3/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.205 | "Old Hamer Place Moving Day"
Typed draft.
First line: The wind comes every night like a stealthy animal
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1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.206 | "Old Hamer Place Moving Day"
Typed draft.
First line: This had got lost from my mind
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1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.207 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The man whose talk turned real
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1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.208 | "Before Anyone Died"
Typed draft.
First line: West of Arkalon where we lay talking quietly
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1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.208 | "In April at the College"
Typed draft.
First line: The hall clothes-whispers teach
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1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.209 | "Before Anyone Died"
Typed draft.
First line: It was west of Arkalon where we lay
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1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.210 | "In Medias Res"
Handwritten draft.
First line: My wife loved the stations on that shield
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12/21/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.211 | "In Medias Res"
Handwritten draft.
First line: On Tenth one night when they sounded the siren
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1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.212 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Moving down toward small, to find
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12/17/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.213 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Turned her neck to the accompaniment of thunder
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12/15/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.213 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: It doesnt make any difference
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12/17/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.214 | "By the Escalator"
Handwritten draft.
First line: There are faces you own
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12/14/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.214 | "Strange Hunting"
Handwritten draft.
First line: You prefered oak trees, walked
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12/15/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.215 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Her face replied before any question
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12/13/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.216 | "After Plotinus"
Handwritten draft.
First line: A statue turned its real eyes
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12/4/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.216 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Out over the part between us
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12/10/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.217 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Every person a message
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12/11/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.218 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Maybe they see the hall deeper
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12/31/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.218 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Someone pushed words whichever way
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12/31/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.219 | "In Medias Res"
Handwritten draft.
First line: On Main one night when they sounded the chimes
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12/28/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.220 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Along the Yampa where the weather
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12/23/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.220 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: We heard the roots go down beside the Yampa
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12/24/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.221 | "Undertow"
Handwritten draft.
First line: No, not long ago. Anything we remember is now.
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12/22/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.222 | "In April at the College"
Typed draft.
First line: In the hall many a clothes-whisper teaches
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1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.223 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: There is more light now than there used to be
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12/28/1959 |
Box: 5 | 59.223 | "In April at the College"
Handwritten draft.
First line: In the hall some clothes-whisper teaches
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12/31/1959 |
Box: 6 | 60.1 | "Preacher on the corner"
Handwritten draft.
First line: He talked like an old gun killing buffalo
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1/23/1960 |
Box: 6 | 60.2 | "Preacher on the corner"
Typed draft.
First line: He talked like an old gun killing buffalo
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1960 |
Box: | ""
First line:
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Box: 6 | 60.3 | "Across the lakes eye"
Typed draft.
First line: Walking the ice across the lakes eye
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1960 |
Box: 6 | 60.4 | "Preacher at the corner"
Typed draft.
First line: He talked like an old gun killing buffalo
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1960 |
Box: 6 | 60.5 | "Brother and Sister"
Typed draft.
First line: You cant say well enough the things that happen
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1960 |
Box: 6 | 60.6 | "Across the Lakes Eye"
Typed draft.
First line: Walking ice across the lakes eye
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1960 |
Box: 6 | 60.7 | untitled
Typed draft.
First line: Cat by cat my tabby aunt
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1960 |
Box: 6 | 60.8 | "Letter Not Even to Deliver"
Handwritten draft.
First line: They should forbid the way you look
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1/5/1960 |
Box: 6 | 60.9 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Not enough stories - streams of them
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1/18/1960 |
Box: 6 | 60.9 | "Brother and Sister Three Writers"
Handwritten draft.
First line: We cant say fast enough the things that happen
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1/19/1960 |
Box: 6 | 60.10 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Anyone can see that the insinuating
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1/16/1960 |
Box: 6 | 60.10 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Think of living in a city where people dont think
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1/17/1960 |
Box: 6 | 60.11 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: It is no burden to be fair
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1/20/1960 |
Box: 6 | 60.11 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The kind of dark a radio feels, fading
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1/22/1960 |
Box: 6 | 60.12 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Into the pass that snowy night
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1/19/1960 |
Box: 6 | 60.12 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Many a secret path patrolled by poison ivy
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1/20/1960 |
Box: 6 | 60.13 | "Thought Machine"
Typed draft.
First line: Its little eye stares on in its forehead
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1960 |
Box: 6 | 60.14 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The state permits our lake and certain
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1/7/1960 |
Box: 6 | 60.14 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: The left-hand world that other people see
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1/8/1960 |
Box: 6 | 60.14 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Back of sight and back of other things
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1/9/1960 |
Box: 6 | 60.14 | "In Oregon"
Handwritten draft.
First line: Fog on its big flat feet skis through the mountains
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1/9/1960 |
Box: 6 | 60.15 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Other people depict our past; they reenact
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1/9/1960 |
Box: 6 | 60.15 | "Across the Lakes Eye"
Handwritten draft.
First line: It is the negative of the world that suicides love
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1/11/1960 |
Box: 6 | 60.16 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Some people just echo, negative
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1/5/1960 |
Box: 6 | 60.16 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: One of the stories: an island burrowed
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1/5/1960 |
Box: 6 | 60.16 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Where the land comes down and opens
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1/5/1960 |
Box: 6 | 60.17 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Hills around here usually have
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1/4/1960 |
Box: 6 | 60.17 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Wide go many islands gently opened
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1/5/1960 |
Box: 6 | 60.18 | "Across the Lakes Eye"
Handwritten draft.
First line: A common duck - pintail - chose us
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1/4/1960 |
Box: 6 | 60.18 | "Messengers of Dark (tr. fr. Cesar
Vallejo)"
Handwritten draft.
First line: There are blows in life so hard...I dont know
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1/4/1960 |
Box: 6 | 60.19 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Grass tells the cornstalks; they
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1/2/1960 |
Box: 6 | 60.20 | "Messengers of Dark (p.372)"
Handwritten draft.
First line: There are blows in life, so hard - I dont know!*
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1/4/1960 |
Box: 6 | 60.21 | untitled
Handwritten draft.
First line: Only the canyons lead and they
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1/25/1960 |
Box: 6 | 60.21 | untitled |