| Poem [on getting a card] | ||
| by William Carlos Williams | ||
on getting a card long delayed from a poet whom I love but with whom I differ touching the modern poetic technique I was much moved to hear from him if as yet he does not concede the point nor is he indeed conscious of it no matter his style has other outstanding virtues which delight me _____________________________________________ |
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| The Hurricane | ||
| by William Carlos Williams | ||
The tree lay down on the garage roof and stretched, You have your heaven, it said, go to it. |
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