Treasure Island

William Carlos Williams

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

Memory of April


You say love is this, love is that:
Poplar tassels, willow tendrils
the wind and the rain comb,
tinkle and drip, tinkle and drip--
branches drifting apart. Hagh!
Love has not even visited this country.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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  • Aaron Hosea (2/1/2007 7:22:00 AM)

    I think what William's meant by this is if you've never felt love, then you don't know what's so great about it. (Report) Reply

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