A woman sitting at a loom.
There's a woman in the loom.
A woman standing at the door.
The woman wearing the skirt is laughing at the man squatted in front of the car.
The fireman is inside his fire truck.
Systems operations are loosely monitored.
Children have a snowball fight.
This poem is one of his happiest yet, and was written in 1938.
Oh well that makes total sense to me.