January

William Carlos Williams

Again I reply to the triple winds
running chromatic fifths of derision
outside my window:
                               Play louder.
You will not succeed.  I am
bound more to my sentences
the more you batter at me
to follow you.
                     And the wind,
as before, fingers perfectly
its derisive music.

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• William Carlos Williams : January Morning: Suite 06
• William Carlos Williams : January Morning: Suite 07
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