January

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Title:     January
Author: William Carlos Williams [More Titles by Williams]

Again I reply to the triple winds
running chromatic fifths of derision
outside my window:
Play louder.
You will not succeed. I am
bound more to my sentences
the more you batter at me
to follow you.
And the wind,
as before, fingers perfectly
its derisive music.

[The end]
William Carlos Williams's poem: January

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