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.
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