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Tuesday, April 14, 2015

The Poem

Rating: 3.8
It's all in
the sound. A song.
Seldom a song. It should

be a song—made of
particulars, wasps,
a gentian—something
immediate, open

scissors, a lady's
eyes—waking
centrifugal, centripetal.
William Carlos Williams
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Dr Antony Theodore 03 February 2019
A very good poem dear poet. tony
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