A Faithful Account of Where I Live: The Letters of Cid Corman and William Bronk

20 August 69

Dear Cid,

The summer seductions of the natural world and my speechless responses preempted me and towed me under before I could say goodbye. But now I am part way back-enough to ask patience and I'll come the rest of the way, no doubt.

The wild roses have come and gone, the blueflag the clover and daisies, vervain and Queen-Anne's lace and now the goldenrod is out and the asters ready to burst. The water is warm still in the canal. Tonight, the moon lay there a week from full and let the surface waver it. From the long rains, everywhere is green, green. I am not competent for such a world.

embraces from no one nowhere

Bill