— unpredictable thoughts

poem today : It Is a Living Coral, William Carlos Williams

a trou­ble

archaically fet­tered
to produce

E Pluribus Unum an
island

in the sea a Capi­tol
surmounted

by Armed Lib­erty—
painting

sculp­ture strad­dled by
a dome

eight mil­lion pounds
in weight

iron plates con­structed
to expand

and con­tract with
variations

of tem­per­a­ture
the folding

and unfold­ing of a lily.
And Congress

autho­rized and the
Commission

was entrusted was
entrusted!

a sculp­tured group
Mars

in Roman mail plac­ing
a wreath

of lau­rel on the brow
of Washington

Com­merce Min­erva
Thomas

Jef­fer­son John Han­cock
at

the table Mrs. Motte
presenting

Indian burn­ing arrows
to Generals

Mar­ion and Lee to fire
her mansion

and dis­lodge the British—
this scaleless

jum­ble is superb

and accu­rate in its
expression

of the thing they
would destroy—

Bap­tism of Poca–
hontas

with a lit­tle card
hanging

under it to tell
the persons

in the picture.

It climbs

it runs, it is Geo.
Shoup

of Idaho it wears
a beard

it fetches naked
Indian

women from a river
Trumbull

Var­num Hen­der­son
Frances

Willard’s corset is
absurd—

Banks White Colum­bus
stretched

in bed men felling trees

The Hon. Michael
C. Kerr

one­time Speaker of
the House

of Rep­re­sen­ta­tives
Perry

in a row­boat on Lake
Erie

chang­ing ships the
dead

among the wreck­age
sickly green