'Later
Beautiful thing
I saw you:
Yes, said
the Lady of the House to my questioning.
Downstairs
(by the laundry tubs)
and she pointed,
smiling, to the basement, still smiling, and
went out and left me with you (alone in the house)
lying there, ill
(I don't at all think that you
were ill)
by the wall on your damp bed, your long
body stretched out negligently on the dirty sheet.
Where is the pain?
(You put on a simper designed
not to reveal)
- the small window with two panes,
my eye level of the ground, the furnace odor.
Persephone
gone to hell, that hell could not keep with
the advancing season of pity.
- for I was overcome
by amazement and could do nothing but admire
and lean to care for you in your quietness -
who looked at me, smiling, and we remained
thus looking, each at the other. in silence.
You lethargic, waiting upon me, waiting for
the fire and I
attendant upon you, shaken by your beauty.
Shaken.
- flat on your back, in a low bed (waiting)
under the mud plashed windows among the scabrous
dirt of the holy sheets.
You showed me your legs, scarred (as a child)
by the whip.'
http://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/ ... s_Williams (http://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/15435.William_Carlos_Williams)
http://www.emule.com/2poetry/phorum/read.php?7,151895 (http://www.emule.com/2poetry/phorum/read.php?7,151895)
I found this guy playing the random wikipedia page->FFT game. What a find.
I don't know. It wasn't terrible but I thought some of the imagery was a bit tired.
I prefer stuff like this:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kay_Ryan (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kay_Ryan)