William Carlos Williams

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

The Thing - Poem by William Carlos Williams

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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


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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