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Blizzard by William Carlos Williams

By William Carlos Williams 


years of anger following

hours that float idly down—

the blizzard

drifts its weight

deeper and deeper for three days

or sixty years, eh? Then

the sun! a clutter of

yellow and blue flakes—

Hairy looking trees stand out

in long alleys

over a wild solitude.

The man turns and there—

his solitary track stretched out

upon the world.