Poem by William Carlos Williams

January

  Again I reply to the triple winds
  running chromatic fifths of derision
  outside my window:
                    Play louder.
  You will not succeed. I am
  bound more to my sentences
  the more you batter at me
  to follow you.
                And the wind,
  as before, fingers perfectly
  its derisive music.

1. Approach of Winter
2. Romance Moderne
3. The Desolate Field
4. Willow Poem
5. Overture to a Dance of Locomotives

John Payne January ("THIS is the bitter birth-month of the year")

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