The Birds

William Carlos Williams

The world begins again!
Not wholly insufflated
the blackbirds in the rain
upon the dead topbranches
of the living tree,
stuck fast to the low clouds,
notate the dawn.
Their shrill cries sound
announcing appetite
and drop among the bending roses
and the dripping grass.

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• William Carlos Williams : The Cold Night
• William Carlos Williams : The Crowd At The Ball Game
• William Carlos Williams : The Dark Day
• William Carlos Williams : The Desolate Field
• William Carlos Williams : The Disputants
• William Carlos Williams : The Gentle Man
• William Carlos Williams : The Great Figure
• William Carlos Williams : The Hunter
• William Carlos Williams : The Late Singer
• William Carlos Williams : The Lonely Street

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• William Carlos Williams : Spring And All
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• William Carlos Williams : Spouts
• William Carlos Williams : Smell
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