The Contest Comment Thing After William Carlos Williams - The Thing Poem by Jonathan ROBIN
The Contest Comment Thing After William Carlos Williams - The Thing
Each time it comes
she thinks it claps
her but it is
not to be nor for
anyone it merely
brings judge's re-
serve bit bitterly
together: play hand, sigh!
Each time it rings
I think it is for
me but it is
not for me nor for
anyone it merely
rings and we
serve it bitterly
together, they and I
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
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(16 February 2012)
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