young William Carlos Williams

Spouts
by William Carlos Williams
[from Sour Grapes (1921)]

In this world of
as fine a pair of breasts
as ever I saw
the fountain in
Madison Square
spouts up of water
a white tree
that dies and lives
as the rocking water
in the basin
turns from the stonerim
back upon the jet
and rising there
reflectively drops down again. 



    

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