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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537464" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To a Friend Concerning Several Ladies</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">You know there is not much <br>that I desire, a few chrysanthemums <br>half lying on the grass, yellow <br>and brown and white, the <br>talk of a few people, the trees, <br>an expanse of dried leaves perhaps <br>with ditches among them. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But there comes <br>between me and these things <br>a letter <br>or even a look--well placed, <br>you understand, <br>so that I am confused, twisted <br>four ways and--left flat, <br>unable to lift the food to <br>my own mouth: <br>Here is what they say: Come! <br>and come! and come! And if <br>I do not go I remain stale to <br>myself and if I go-- <br>I have watched <br>the city from a distance at night <br>and wondered why I wrote no poem. <br>Come! yes, <br>the city is ablaze for you <br>and you stand and look at it. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And they are right. There is <br>no good in the world except out of <br>a woman and certain women alone <br>for certain. But what if <br>I arrive like a turtle, <br>with my house on my back or <br>a fish ogling from under water? <br>It will not do. I must be <br>steaming with love, colored <br>like a flamingo. For what? <br>To have legs and a silly head <br>and to smell, pah! like a flamingo <br>that soils its own feathers behind. <br>Must I go home filled <br>with a bad poem? <br>And they say: <br>Who can answer these things <br>till he has tried? Your eyes <br>are half closed, you are a child, <br>oh, a sweet one, ready to play <br>but I will make a man of you and <br>with love on his shoulder--! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And in the marshes <br>the crickets run <br>on the sunny dike's top and <br>make burrows there, the water <br>reflects the reeds and the reeds <br>move on their stalks and rattle drily.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Carlos+Williams">William Carlos Williams</a><div class=q>
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that I desire, a few chrysanthemums 
half lying on the grass, yellow 
and brown and white, the 
talk of a few people, the trees, 
an expanse of dried leaves perhaps 
with ditches among them. 

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