The Poem

It's all in
the sound. A song.
Seldom a song. It should

be a song--made of
particulars, wasps,
a gentian--something
immediate, open

scissors, a lady's
eyes--waking
centrifugal, centripetal.


William Carlos Williams
from The Wedge, 1944

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