"The group, (an unmanned point set in a vast surrounding,) the attentive, quiet children, the loud, proud, restive base of the streets..." Whitman, "Sparkles from the Wheel"











Cooperage

2.


The scene and all its belongings, the railroad cars rolling
off the great wide white pine from the forests of St. Croix
sawed at great length by two men, swinging the handheld
blade with teeth as long as fingers, sharp as hunting blades,
the sun rushing down, breezeless, as the quarter logs
all long day drop to piles to be thinned to fresh staves.