Saturday, April 20, 2013

spring song

Spring Song

Having died
one is at great advantage
over his fellows--
one can pretend.

And so,
the smell of earth
being upon you too--
I pretend

there is something
temptingly foreign
some subtle difference,
one last amour

to be divided for
our death-necklaces, when
I would merely lie
hand in hand in the dirt with you.

-William Carlos Williams

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