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It is a willow when summer is over,a willow by the riverfrom which no leaf has fallen norbitten by the sunturned orange or crimson.
The leaves cling and grow paler,swing and grow palerover the swirling waters of the riveras if loth to let go,they are so cool, so drunk withthe swirl of the wind and of the river —oblivious to winter,the last to let go and fallinto the water and on the ground.
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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