an old woman
how luminous the young girls are.

OLD WOMAN
munching a plum on
the street a paper bag
of them in her hand

They 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

a 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.
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