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Title: Great Mullen
Author: William Carlos Williams [
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One leaves his leaves at home
being a mullen and sends up a lighthouse
to peer from: I will have my way,
yellow--A mast with a lantern, ten
fifty, a hundred, smaller and smaller
as they grow more--Liar, liar, liar!
You come from her! I can smell djer-kiss
on your clothes. Ha, ha! you come to me,
you--I am a point of dew on a grass-stem.
Why are you sending heat down on me
from your lantern--You are cowdung, a
dead stick with the bark off. She is
squirting on us both. She has had her
hand on you!--Well?--She has defiled
ME.--Your leaves are dull, thick
and hairy.--Every hair on my body will
hold you off from me. You are a
dungcake, birdlime on a fencerail.--
I love you, straight, yellow
finger of God pointing to--her!
Liar, broken weed, duncake, you have--
I am a cricket waving his antenae
and you are high, grey and straight. Ha!
[The end]
William Carlos Williams's poem: Great Mullen
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