Man in a RoomAuthor(s): William Carlos WilliamsSource: Poetry, Vol. 13, No. 6 (Mar., 1919), p. 305Published by: Poetry FoundationStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20572035 .

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William Carlos Williams

I remain now carelessly With feet planted on the ground, And look up at the sky Feeling my clothes about me, The weight of my body in my shoes, The rim of my hat, air passing in and out At my nose-and decide to dream no more.

MAN IN A ROOM

Here, no woman, nor man besides, Nor child, nor dog, nor bird, nor wasp, Nor ditch pool, nor green thing. Color of flower, Blood-bright berry none, nor flame-rust On leaf, nor pink gall-sting on stem, nor Staring stone. Ay de mni! No hawthorn's white thorn-tree here, nor lawn Of buttercups, nor any counterpart:

Bed, book-backs, walls, floor, Flat pictures, desk, clothes-box, litter Of paper scrawls. So sit I here, So stand, so walk about. Beside The flower-white tree not so lonely I: Torn petals, dew-wet, blotched yellow my bare instep.

William Carlos Williams

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