As the rain falls
so does
your love
bathe every
open
object of the world
Rot dead marigolds- an acre at a time! Gold are you?
William Carlos WilliamsTags: kora-in-hell-improvisions
Imagination though it cannot wipe out the sting of remorse can instruct the mind in its proper uses.
William Carlos WilliamsTags: imagination
It is not fair to be old, to put on a brown sweater.
William Carlos WilliamsA house is sometimes wine. It is sometimes more than a skin.
William Carlos WilliamsThe only realism in art is of the imagination.
William Carlos WilliamsTags: chapter-1 other-prose samuel-butler
In summer, the song sings itself.
William Carlos WilliamsIt is difficult
to get the news from poems
yet men die miserably every day
for lack
of what is found there.
Tags: poetry
It is at the edge of the
petal that love waits
This is Just to Say
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
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