Kora In Hell: Improvisations I Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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| Fools have big wombs For the rest here is pennyroyal if one knows to use it But time is only another liar so go along the wall a little further if blackberries prove bitter there'll be mushrooms fairy ring mushrooms in the grass sweetest of all fungi | B |
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| For what it's worth Jacob Louslinger white haired stinking dirty bearded cross eyed stammer tongued broken voiced bent backed ball kneed cave bellied mucous faced deathling found lying in the weeds up there by the cemetery Looks to me as if he d been bumming around the meadows for a couple of weeks Shoes twisted into incredible lilies out at the toes heels tops sides soles Meadow flower ha mallow at last I have you Rot dead marigolds an acre at a time Gold are you Ha clouds will touch world's edge and the great pink mallow stand singly in the wet topping reeds and a closet full of clothes and good shoes and my thirty year's master's daughter's two cows for me to care for and a winter room with a fire in it I would rather feed pigs in Moonachie and chew calamus root and break crab's claws at an open fire age's lust loose | C |
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| Talk as you will say No woman wants to bother with children in this country speak of your Amsterdam and the whitest aprons and brightest doorknobs in Christendom And I'll answer you Gleaming doorknobs and scrubbed entries have heard the songs of the housemaids at sun up and housemaids are wishes Whose Ha the dark canals are whistling whistling for who will cross to the other side If I remain with hands in pocket leaning upon my lamppost why I bring curses to a hag's lips and her daughter on her arm knows better than I can tell you best to blush and out with it than back beaten after | D |
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| In Holland at daybreak of a fine spring morning one sees the housemaids beating rugs before the small houses of such a city as Amsterdam sweeping scrubbing the low entry steps and polishing doorbells and doorknobs By night perhaps there will be an old woman with a girl on her arm histing and whistling across a deserted canal to some late loiterer trudging aimlessly on beneath the gas lamps | E |
William Carlos Williams
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