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The Late Singer

Written by: William Carlos (WCW) Williams | Biography
 | Quotes (28) |
 Here it is spring again 
and I still a young man! 
I am late at my singing.
The sparrow with the black rain on his breast has been at his cadenzas for two weeks past: What is it that is dragging at my heart? The grass by the back door is stiff with sap.
The old maples are opening their branches of brown and yellow moth-flowers.
A moon hangs in the blue in the early afternoons over the marshes.
I am late at my singing.



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