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
4 comments:
I like this poem. Thanks for posting it. Sometimes I don't like Williams. Yes, I know, my bad.
Williams is remarkable.
I am
bound more to my sentences
the more you batter at me
to follow you.
Great piece. Great writer. Thanks for the post Suzanne.
Sheryl! You are so funny.
Glad you two enjoyed this one.
As I write this I am listening to the "derisive music" of rain (of all things) at my window. Thank you for this gift, Suzanne. :-)
Post a Comment