Epitaph Poem by William Carlos Williams
Epitaph
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An old willow with hollow branches
slowly swayed his few high gright tendrils
and sang:
Love is a young green willow
shimmering at the bare wood's edge.
Friday, January 3, 2003
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4/18/2024 6:38:28 AM # 1.0.0.1119
enemies of all memories, yet guardians of the past, the willows bend their heads towards the river, hiding their faces to make us think they aren't thinking...