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William Carlos Williams

First he said:
It is the woman in us
That makes us write—
Let us acknowledge it—
Man would be silent.
We are not men
Therefore we can speak
And be conscious
(of the two sides)
Unbent by the sensual
As befits accuracy.

I then said:
Dare you make this
Your propaganda?

And he answered:
Am I not I—here?

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