old greenhouse from tent window

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A Sort Of A Song

 

BY WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS

 

Let the snake wait under

his weed

and the writing

be of words, slow and quick, sharp

to strike, quiet to wait,

sleepless.

—through metaphor to reconcile

the people and the stones.

Compose. (No ideas

but in things) Invent!

Saxifrage is my flower that splits

the rocks.

Done