William Carlos Williams (Уильям Карлос Уильямс)

Blizzard

  Snow:
  years of anger following
  hours that float idly down--
  the blizzard
  drifts its weight
  deeper and deeper for three days
  or sixty years, eh? Then
  the sun! a clutter of
  yellow and blue flakes--
  Hairy looking trees stand out
  in long alleys
  over a wild solitude.
  The man turns and there--
  his solitary track stretched out
  upon the world.

1. Portent
2. Crude Lament
3. A Portrait in Greys
4. Summer Song
5. Thursday

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