I Am Sharing A Quote From William Carlos Williams Called "death"

He's dead
the dog won't have to
sleep on his potatoes
any more to keep them
from freezing

he's dead
the old bastard-
He's a bastard because

there's nothing
legitimate in him any
more
he's dead
He's sick dead.............

Love's beaten. He
beat it. That's why
he's insufferable-......

He's come out of the man
and he's let
the man go-

Dead
his eyes
rolled up out of
the light- a mockery
which
love cannot touch-




these are bits and peices from William Carlos Williams poem entitled "Death"
laurelspider laurelspider
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Jul 12, 2010