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First he said:
It is the woman in
That makes us write—Let us acknowledge it—Men would be silent.
We are not
Therefore we can
And be conscious(of the two sides)Unbent by the
As befits accuracy.
I then said:
Dare you make
Your propaganda?
And he answered:
Am I not I—here?
William Carlos Williams
William Carlos Williams (September 17, 1883 – March 4, 1963) was a Puerto Rican-American poet, writer, and physician closely associated with mod
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