Seizing him in his arms he ran into a shop, and seizing a coil of rope, measured off five or six yards, and fastening this round the dog′s neck, set him down, and giving him a few hearty kicks — ‘Hame wi′ you, ye scunging tyke, hame!’ and thus discovered the laird′s dwelling-place.
Make a good lute... and þerwiþ daub þi Iordan al aboute... and putte al þi mater in þe Iordan and hange it ouer þe fier by þe necke þᵗ þe glas be almoost an hond brede fro þe coolis.
Moreover, whereas Oppen was often at the center of literary activity, Bronk was something of an isolato — not quite in the mold of a Dickinson, but not so very far from it either. He had no interest in poetics or in literary politics and only the most tangential relations to any school or circle of poets.
I get my dole paid twice a week.
