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SpringAuthor(s): William Carlos WilliamsSource: Poetry, Vol. 13, No. 6 (Mar., 1919), p. 303Published by: Poetry FoundationStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20572028 .
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William Carlos Williams
EPITAPH
An old willow with hollow branches Slowly swayed his few high bright tendrils And sang:
"Love is a young green willow Shimmering at the bare wood's edge."
SPRING
o my grey hairs! You are truly white as plum blossoms.
STROLLER
I have seen the hills blue, I have seen them purple;
And it is as hard to know The words of a woman As to straighten the crumpled branch Of an old willow.
MEMORY OF APRIL
You say love is this, love is that:
Poplar tassels, willow tendrils The wind and the rain comb, Tinkle and drip, tinkle and drip Branches drifting apart. Hagh! Love has not even visited this country.
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