SPRING AND ALL

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By the road to the contagious hospital
under the surge of the blue
mottled clouds driven from the
northeast a cold wind. Beyond, the
waste of broad, muddy fields
brown with dried weeds, standing and fallen

patches of standing water
the scattering of tall trees

All along the road the reddish
purplish, forked, upstanding, twiggy
stuff of bushes and small trees
with dead, brown leaves under them
leafless vines

Lifeless in appearance, sluggish
dazed spring approaches

They enter the new world naked,
cold, uncertain of all
save that they enter. All about them
the cold, familiar wind

Now the grass, tomorrow
the stiff curl of wildcarrot leaf

One by one objects are defined
It quickens: clarity, outline of leaf

But now the stark dignity of
entrance - Still, the profound change
has come upon them: rooted they
grip down and begin to awaken

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© William Carlos Williams
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© E-publisher LiterNet, 17.09.2009
The Sun Is but a Morning Star. Anthology of American Literature. Edited by Albena Bakratcheva. Varna: LiterNet, 2008-2010