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Play Author(s): William Carlos Williams Source: Poetry, Vol. 13, No. 6 (Mar., 1919), p. 304 Published by: Poetry Foundation Stable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20572031 . Accessed: 14/05/2014 10:18 Your use of the JSTOR archive indicates your acceptance of the Terms & Conditions of Use, available at . http://www.jstor.org/page/info/about/policies/terms.jsp . JSTOR is a not-for-profit service that helps scholars, researchers, and students discover, use, and build upon a wide range of content in a trusted digital archive. We use information technology and tools to increase productivity and facilitate new forms of scholarship. For more information about JSTOR, please contact [email protected]. . Poetry Foundation is collaborating with JSTOR to digitize, preserve and extend access to Poetry. http://www.jstor.org This content downloaded from 194.29.185.23 on Wed, 14 May 2014 10:18:02 AM All use subject to JSTOR Terms and Conditions

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PlayAuthor(s): William Carlos WilliamsSource: Poetry, Vol. 13, No. 6 (Mar., 1919), p. 304Published by: Poetry FoundationStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20572031 .

Accessed: 14/05/2014 10:18

Your use of the JSTOR archive indicates your acceptance of the Terms & Conditions of Use, available at .http://www.jstor.org/page/info/about/policies/terms.jsp

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POETRY: A Magazine of Verse

PLAY

Subtle, clever brain, wiser than I am, By what devious means do you contrive To remain idle? Teach me, 0 Master.

LINES

Leaves are grey-green, The glass broken bright green.

TH E DARK DAY

A three-day-long rain from the east An interminable talking, talking Of no consequence-patter, patter, patter. Hand in hand little winds Blow the thin streams aslant.

Warm. Distance cut off. Seclusion. A few passers-by, drawn in upon themselves, Hurry from one place to another. Winds of the white poppy! there is no escape! An interminable talking, talking, Talking . . . . it has happened before. Backward, backward, backward.

THURSDAY

I have had my dream-like others And it has come to nothing, so that

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