July 1, 1943
Over the Landscape with Transit and Plumb-Bob
I. Out of the woods, I wanted to make maps.A cool cartographer, by trigonometry,Can solve the notes left by traversing tramps.I wanted maps to leave the poor tramp empty. Reduction […]
July 1, 1943
A Love for Patsy
See the little maunderer Stretch out on the grass! His heart is burst asunder The pieces cry Alas. Upright, fat pink pieces Of fluffy cloud float overhead. The little […]
July 1, 1943
Satan’s Confession
I. The Garden “My laurels are cut down,”The Son of Morning mourns; ”Old Adam’s funeral wreath, Once crossed with death,Is Jesus’ crown,The Scapegoat’s Crown of thorns. There is an idle-richImage […]