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William Carlos Williams

William Carlos Williams

The Shadow

SOFT as the bed in the earth  
Where a stone has lain—  
So soft, so smooth and so cool,  
Spring closes me in  
With her arms and her hands.        
 
Rich as the smell  
Of new earth on a stone,  
That has lain, breathing  
The damp through its pores—  
Spring closes me in        
With her blossomy hair;  
Brings dark to my eyes.

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