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William Carlos Williams

(17 September 1883 – 4 March 1963 / New Jersey)

Thursday


I have had my dream--like others--
and it has come to nothing, so that
I remain now carelessly
with feet planted on the ground
and look up at the sky--
feeling my clothes about me,
the weight of my body in my shoes,
the rim of my hat, air passing in and out
at my nose--and decide to dream no more.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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  • Rookie - 398 Points Giorgio Veneto (9/17/2014 5:51:00 PM)

    Besides the bad grammar - lines 3 and 4 - the write transmits nothing. This is not a poem and I declare this without being pretentious. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Kayleigh Hughes (11/3/2009 10:21:00 PM)

    And that is exactly how it feels. William Carlos Williams writes things and those things are true. (Report) Reply

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