I feel the caress of my own fingers
on my own neck as I place my collar
and think pityingly
of the kind women I have known.
on my own neck as I place my collar
and think pityingly
of the kind women I have known.
The Gentle Man
About the poet
William Carlos Williams
1883 - 1963/Male/AmericanA physician, painter and poet closely associated with modernism and imagism.
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The Right Of Way
In passing with my mindon nothing in the worldbut the right of way
Dawn
Ecstatic bird songs poundthe hollow vastness of the sky
The *** Of Flowers
Pink confused with whiteflowers and flowers reversed
Death The Barber
Of deaththe barber
El Hombre
It’s a strange courageyou give me ancient star:Shine alone in the sunrise
