Poems ✍️
  21.10.2025
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Author: William Carlos Williams

January

Again I reply to the triple winds
running chromatic fifths of derision
outside my window:
Play louder.
You will not succeed. I am
bound more to my sentences
the more you batter at me
to follow you.
And the wind,
as before, fingers perfectly
its derisive music.


  wind music Defiance observation

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