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I lie here thinking of you:—- the stain of loveis upon the world!
Yellow, yellow, yellowit eats into the leaves,smears with saffronthe horned branched the leanheavilyagainst a smooth purple sky!
There is no lightonly a honey-thick stainthat drips from leaf to leafand limb to limbspoiling the colorsof the whole world- you far off there underthe wine-red selvage of the west!
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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