The Gentle Man

William Carlos Williams

I feel the caress of my own fingers
on my own neck as I place my collar
and think pityingly
of the kind women I have known.

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• William Carlos Williams : The Great Figure
• William Carlos Williams : The Hunter
• William Carlos Williams : The Late Singer
• William Carlos Williams : The Lonely Street
• William Carlos Williams : The Nightingales
• William Carlos Williams : The On A Proposed Trip South
• William Carlos Williams : The Poor
• William Carlos Williams : The Pot Of Flowers
• William Carlos Williams : The Red Wheelbarrow
• William Carlos Williams : The Right Of Way

Previous 10 Poems

• William Carlos Williams : The Disputants
• William Carlos Williams : The Desolate Field
• William Carlos Williams : The Dark Day
• William Carlos Williams : The Crowd At The Ball Game
• William Carlos Williams : The Cold Night
• William Carlos Williams : The Birds
• William Carlos Williams : Sympathetic Portrait Of A Child
• William Carlos Williams : Sub Terra
• William Carlos Williams : Spring Stains
• William Carlos Williams : Spring And All