an old woman
how luminous the young girls are.
TO A POOROLD WOMAN
munching a plum on
the street a paper bag
of them in her hand
They taste good to herThey taste good
to her. They taste
good to her
You can see it by
the way she gives herself
to the one half
sucked out in her hand
Comforteda solace of ripe plums
seeming to fill the air
They taste good to her
William Carlos Williams
From Collected Poems: 1939-1962, Volume II by William Carlos Williams, published by New Directions Publishing Corp. © 1962 by William Carlos Williams.
how few of us there are in song and story.
Labels: age, gerald (ira diamond) cassidy, manuel robbe, maurice denis, poetry, whistler, william carlos williams, women
posted by lotusgreen at 10:57 AM
1 Comments:
This is lovely; so spring these buds.
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