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William Carlos Williams

William Carlos Williams

Song

beauty is a shell
from the sea
where she rules triumphant
till love has had its way with her
 
scallops and
lion’s paws
sculptured to the
tune of retreating waves
 
undying accents
repeated till
the ear and the eye lie
down together in the same bed.

#Americans #Modernism #XXCentury

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