Verse
Ponsot, Marie
Marie Ponsot Mel This Year She had gardened her body It goes pruned about her earnest business The wound she has sustained she sustains. She commutes from her hot world and its tame...
...She commutes from her hot world and its tame brutes to her office where her wits domesticate wild thoughts that taken pains escalate...
...Gardeners must prune (that's a frightened tune...
...Gardeners.may prune (that's a bright tune...
Vol. 114 • July 1987 • No. 13
