The Cold Night
It is cold.
The white moon
is up among her scattered stars—
like the bare thighs of
the Police Sergeant's wife—among
her five children .
.
.
No answer.
Pale shadows lie upon
the frosted grass.
One answer:
It is midnight, it is still
and it is cold .
.
.
!
White thighs of the sky! a
new answer out of the depths of
my male belly: In April .
.
.
In April I shall see again—In April!
the round and perfects thighs
of the Police Sergeant's wife
perfect still after many babies.
Oya!
Poem by
William Carlos (WCW) Williams
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