söndag 21 maj 2017

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William Carlos Williams (1883-1963).

To Waken an Old Lady

Old age is
a flight of small
cheeping birds
bare trees
above a snow glaze
Gaining and failing
they are buffetted
by a dark wind-
But what?
On harsh weedstalks
the flock has rested,
the snow
is covered with broken
and the wind tempered
by a shrill
piping of plenty.

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