Cape Cod " The Plains of Nauset"

Found Poem

Claim

Thrown old concerned woman,
Plain
Sympathized with no man.
The set jaws of iron braced–
Talking like a man-of-war's-man–
Shouting to live, unless it was some mere wee thing that died in infancy

This woman introducing rye was ready for suitable frames,
Interspersed among the oaks.
An oven & furniture select the moon, a man,
the latter.

I saw previous summers, it looked as if a singular combination of gentlemen, entitled as white men, translated the confession.