William Carlos Williams

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

January - Poem by William Carlos Williams

Again I reply to the triple winds
running chromatic fifths of derision
outside my window:
Play louder.
You will not succeed. I am
bound more to my sentences
the more you batter at me
to follow you.
And the wind,
as before, fingers perfectly
its derisive music.


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  • Gold Star - 31,725 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (1/2/2015 8:56:00 AM)

    A good poem with such beautiful narration. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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