Archive for November 11th, 2008
The bank is a matter of columns,
like . convention,
unlike invention; but the pediments
sit there in the sun
to convince the doubting of
investments “solid
as a rock” —-upon which the world
stands, the world of finance,
the only world: Just there,
talking with another woman while
rocking a baby carriage
back and forth stands a woman in
a pink cotton dress, bare legged
and headed [...]
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Tags: New Directions, Selected Poems, William Carlos Williams
deluge of bric-a-brac is reality &then what else matters?
