By William Carlos Williams

And yet one arrives somehow, 

finds himself loosening the hooks of

her dress

in a strange bedroom—

feels the autumn 

dropping its silk and linen leaves 

about her ankles. 

The tawdry veined body emerges 

twisted upon itself

like a winter wind . . . !


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