Memory Of April

William Carlos WilliamsWilliam Carlos Williams

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You say love is this, love is that:
Poplar tassels, willow tendrils
the wind and the rain comb,
****** and drip, ****** and drip—
branches drifting apart.  Hagh!
Love has not even visited this country.
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William Carlos Williams
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William Carlos Williams

1883 - 1963/Male/AmericanA physician, painter and poet closely associated with modernism and imagism.

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