William Williams
William Williams
beginning delights imagination neither nor order seasons usual
There is neither beginning nor end to the imagination but it delights in its own seasons reversing the usual order at will.
branches hang leaves tale winter
Some leaves hang late, some fallbefore the first frost--so goesthe tale of winter branches and old bones.
branches fall goes hang leaves tale winter
Some leaves hang late, some fall before the first frost--so goes the tale of winter branches and old bones.
heaven hunting safe till
Sleep!There is hunting in heaven --Sleep safe till tomorrow.
heaven hunting safe sleep till
Sleep! There is hunting in heaven -- Sleep safe till tomorrow.
again reply triple
Again I reply to the triple windsrunning chromatic fifths of derisionoutside my window:Play louder.
bring
If you can bring nothing to this placebut your carcass, keep out.
bring
If you can bring nothing to this place but your carcass, keep out.
author caress classic imagination locked
In the imagination, we are from henceforth (so long as you read) locked in a fraternal embrace, the classic caress of author and reader.
cannot dating found gone pursuit
I cannot saythat I have gone to hellfor your lovebut often found myself there in your pursuit
sweet white
The elm is scatteringits little loavesof sweet smellsfrom a white sky!