Listen to:
The Cold Night, Spring Storm (1:26)
by William Carlos Williams
performed by Bob Gonzalez, rhapsode
It is cold. The white moon
is up among her scattered stars--
like the bare thighs of
the Police Seargent's wife--among
her five children....
No answer. Pale shadows lie upon
the frosted grass. One answer:
It is midnight, it is still
and it is cold...!
White thighs of the sky! a
new answer out of the depths of
my male belly: In April....
In April I shall see again--In April!
the round and perfect thighs
of the Police Sergent's wife
perfect still after many babies.
Oya!
SPRING STORM
The sky has given over
its bitterness.
Out of the dark change
all day long
rain falls and falls
as if it would never end.
Still the snow keeps
its hold on the ground.
But water, water
from a thousand runnels!
It collects swiftly,
dappled with black
cuts a way for itself
through green ice in the gutters.
Drop after drop it falls
from the withered grass-stems
of the overhanging embankment.
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