The Cold Night (William Carlos Williams Poems)
It is cold. The white moon is up among her scattered stars- like the bare thighs of the Police Sergeant's ...
It is cold. The white moon is up among her scattered stars- like the bare thighs of the Police Sergeant's ...
Upon the table in their bowl in violent disarray of yellow sprays, green spikes of leaves, red pointed petals and ...
There they were stuck dog and bitch halving the compass Then when with his yip they parted oh how frolicsome ...
It is a willow when summer is over, a willow by the river from which no leaf has fallen nor ...
I think I have never been so exalted As I am now by you, O frost bitten blossoms, That are ...
Each time it rings I think it is for me but it is not for me nor for anyone it ...
A rumpled sheet Of brown paper About the length And apparent bulk Of a man was Rolling with the Wind ...
Tracks of rain and light linger in the spongy greens of a nature whose flickering mountain-bulging nearer, ebbing back into ...
Go to sleep-though of course you will not- to tideless waves thundering slantwise against strong embankments, rattle and swish of ...
I bought a dishmop- having no daughter- for they had twisted fine ribbons of shining copper about white twine and ...
This, with a face like a mashed blood orange that suddenly would get eyes and look up and scream War! ...
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