Saturday, April 24, 2010

Between Walls

a William Carlos Williams poem that has nothing to do with plums--ice cold or any other temperature.

(alley near Volunteer Park, Tuesday's walk)

the back wings
of the

hospital where
nothing

will grow lie
cinders

in which shine
the broken

pieces of a green
bottle


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  1. tanita✿davisApril 24, 2010 at 7:48 AM

    I have read more of his poems than the ones which get trotted out routinely for English classes -- no wheelbarrows, no plums -- a good thing!

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