Sunday, January 29, 2017

January / William Carlos Williams


January

Again I reply to the triple winds
running chromatic fifths of derision
outside my window:
           Play louder.
You will not succeed. I am
bound more to my sentences
the more you batter at me
to follow you.
            And the wind,
as before, fingers perfectly
its derisive music.

~~
William Carlos Williams (1883-1963)
from Sour Grapes, 1921

[Poem is in the public domain worldwide]

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