The Cold Night

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Title:     The Cold Night
Author: William Carlos Williams [More Titles by Williams]

It is cold. The white moon
is up among her scattered stars--
like the bare thighs of
the Police Seargent's wife--among
her five children....
No answer. Pale shadows lie upon
the frosted grass. One answer:
It is midnight, it is still
and it is cold...!
White thighs of the sky! a
new answer out of the depths of
my male belly: In April....
In April I shall see again--In April!
the round and perfect thighs
of the Police Sergent's wife
perfect still after many babies.
Oya!

[The end]
William Carlos Williams's poem: Cold Night

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