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above the frozen lawn.

above the frozen lawn,

[...] So we speculated that B referred to Butts, L to lawn, and G to glass. [...] Note that I didn’t indicate lawn, actually, in the sketch, although Jane’s cast shadow falls partly on the lawn.

[...] L as in lawn, or as in Del…

(“The impression now of looking down, from a high position…” This is an excellent description of my position in the second-story studio, looking quite straight down as I sketched Jane on the lawn. [...]

Consider a lawn. [...] Of itself, the matter of grass does not form itself into a lawn. You merely designate certain portions of grass and call it lawn.

[...] Lawns do not come from grass. That is, grass does not grow into a lawn. [...]

[...] You perceive certain matter as blades of grass, as you perceive the matter of grass as lawn. You can see clearly that the matter of grass in a lawn is not the same. [...]

(Today we had the lawn mowed by Bill Tolbert and Jeff Colucci, who were recruited for the steady job by Frank. [...]

It may seem that the question of services (like the lawn) is a mundane one, yet it is connected of course with your attitudes toward work and daily life. [...]

[...] The rich green lawn sloped down to the great maple and the sumac trees lining the road. [...]

[...] It was his belief, quite simply, that brought about the mowing of the lawn. [...]

[...] When Leonard returned, all unknowingly he sent out constructive thoughts to which she also reacted; but he loved his lawn and his yard, and in his mind’s eye he saw it the way he wanted it, clearly, and it did become an event.

[...] Go, go, go.
Why not have a band play and give balloons away?
There’s nothing like killing birds
To clean up the business section.
We could feature a Starling Day, for our centennial celebration,
Such elation as the city fathers
And other pot-bellied elders
Did their best to keep the city clean.
We could give ice cream away to the kids who killed the most,
The hosts of observers could yell the cheer:
“Oh, it takes such courage and it takes such brawn
To drop the blackbirds on the County House lawn.”

One man bent to wash his hands in it
And saw
The skin peel off like dirt,
But the lawn was full
With the falling corpses of the birds,
And when he cried out, no one heard.

[...] The warm sunlight was everywhere on the lawns, and the shadows were real. [...]

(I did no work on Dreams yesterday while picking up the lawn mower, and only an hour and a half this morning because of writing letters. [...]

[...] In color: I’d looked out the south window of the bedroom to see Fred Kardon standing out on the lawn; he was talking to someone else who was doing some kind of work near the big pine tree that grows up over the corner of the house. [...]

[...] In summer, you think you should do the lawn. [...] You see Joe frantically mow his lawn. [...]

No chores for either of you—lawn, shoveling, dishes, laundry, whatever, unless you spontaneously feel like a break. [...]

[...] In the same way he encourages you to have the lawn or the driveway done.

[...] This morning I took the lawn mower out to the shop a couple of miles outside town on Wellsburg Road. [...]

[...] The great trip, the great fascination, the cosmic energy and power and strength resides within the eyes of a frog, within the body of a suburbanite who mows his lawn. [...]

(Upon going to work at the gallery yesterday noon, Jane saw more dead starlings scattered on the lawns. [...]

On the gallery lawn.

[...] We relaxed upon a large, sloping, very green lawn beside a brick hospital building that was several stories high. [...]

[...] The lawn extending underneath the bridge was an extremely rich green — glowing and pulsing as though it was alive.

[...] The bridge arching over the lawn symbolizes another connective between that universe and my physical one. [...]

(Last night when I got home, I saw that the young fellow Frank Longwell has put me in touch with to do the lawn had done his job; the place looked great. [...]

[...] Bill was using his trimmer in the front lawn—a very noisy operation.)

[...] On the lawn behind him lay a guitar and a heavy backpack.

[...] On another occasion, as you sit inside your house imagine that you are outside on the lawn or street. [...]

When you are bothered by noise and tumult, by traffic and the sound of neighbors’ voices, by lawn mowers and other irritating sounds, try this: do not fight them. [...]