The Birds Poem by William Carlos Williams

The Birds

Rating: 2.8


The world begins again!
Not wholly insufflated
the blackbirds in the rain
upon the dead topbranches
of the living tree,
stuck fast to the low clouds,
notate the dawn.
Their shrill cries sound
announcing appetite
and drop among the bending roses
and the dripping grass.

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piyush 18 February 2018

Very bad poem

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