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 water
the scattering of tall trees
All along the [...]
Posted on March 23rd, 2007 by Shotts
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