Treasure Island

William Carlos Williams

(17 September 1883 – 4 March 1963 / New Jersey)

Apology


Why do I write today?

The beauty of
the terrible faces
of our nonentites
stirs me to it:

colored women
day workers—
old and experienced—
returning home at dusk
in cast off clothing
faces like
old Florentine oak.

Also

the set pieces
of your faces stir me—
leading citizens—
but not
in the same way.

Submitted: Wednesday, March 31, 2010

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