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William Carlos Williams

William Carlos Williams

Portrait of a Woman at Her Bath

It is a satisfaction
a joy
to have one of those
in the house.
 
when she takes a bath
she unclothes
herself she is no
Venus
 
I laugh at her
an Inca
shivering at the well
the sun is
 
glad of a fellow to
marvel at
the birds and flowers
look in

#Americans #Modernism

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