A necessary poem from William Carlos Williams for our first weekend of spring. –Shotts Spring and All By the road to the contagious hospital under the surge of the blue mottled clouds driven from the northeast-a cold wind. Beyond, the waste of broad, muddy fields brown with dried weeds, standing and fallen patches of standing [...]
Posted on March 23rd, 2007 by Shotts
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