Tuesday, November 25, 2008

the term

a rumpled sheet
of brown paper
about the length

and apparent bulk
of a man was
rolling with the

wind slowly over
and over in
the street as

a car drove down
upon it and
crushed it to

the ground. unlike
a man it rose
again rolling

with the win over
and over to be as
it was before.


-william carlos williams

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one of my favorite poems by w.c.m.

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