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William Carlos Williams

William Carlos Williams

The Corn Harvest

Summer!
the painting is organized
about a young
 
reaper enjoying his
noonday rest
completely
 
relaxed
from his morning labors
sprawled
 
in fact sleeping
unbuttoned
on his back
 
the women
have brought him his lunch
perhaps
 
a spot of wine
they gather gossiping
under a tree
 
whose shade
carelessly
he does not share the
 
resting
center of
their workaday world.

#Americans #Modernism #XXCentury

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