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Слушать(AI)The Young Housewife
At ten a.m. the young housewifemoves about in negligee behindthe wooden walls of her husband’s house.
I pass solitary in my car.
Then again she comes to the curbto call the ice-man, fish-man, and standsshy, uncorseted, tucking instray ends of hair, and I compare herto a fallen leaf.
The noiseless wheels of my carrush with a crackling sound overdried leaves as I bow and pass smiling.
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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