To Waken an Old Lady
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William Carlos Williams （1883-1963） Old age is a flight of small cheeping birds skimming bare trees above a snow glaze. Gaining and failing they are buffeted by a dark wind —— But what？ On harsh weedstalks the flock has rested —— the snow is covered with broken seed husks and the wind tempered with a shrill piping of plenty. |
