A Waist
from Tender Buttons
by Gertrude Stein

A star glide, a single frantic sullenness, a single financial grass greediness.

Object that is in wood. Hold the pine, hold the dark, hold in the rush, make the bottom.

A piece of crystal. A change, in a change that is remarkable there is no reason to say that there was a time.

A wooden object gilded. A country climb is the best disgrace, a couple of practices any of them in order is so left.