Town of Spring Once Again Poem by Anne Carson

Town of Spring Once Again



'Spring is always like what it used to be.'
Said an old Chinese man.
Rain hissed down the windows.
Longings from a great distance.
Reached us.

Saturday, October 15, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: old,rain,spring
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