The Attic Which Is Desire (from his Selected Poems)
William Carlos Williams
the unused tent
of
bare beams
beyond which
directly wait
the night
and day --
Here
from the street
by
***
*S*
*O*
*D*
*A*
***
ringed with
running lights
the darkened
pane
exactly
down the center
is
transfixed.
~
Poem
William Carlos Williams
As the cat
climbed over
the top of
the jamcloset
first the right
forefoot
carefully
then the hind
stepped down
into the pit of
the empty
flowerpot
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