Vintage verse – January by William Carlos Williams

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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.

by William Carlos Williams (1883-1963)

Photo by Christine Klocek-Lim