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Sur le pont d’Avignon
Sur le pont d’Avignon
L’on y danse, l’on y danse
Sur le pont d’Avignon
L’on y danse tous en rond
Les beaux messieurs font comme ça
Et puis encore comme ça.
Les belles dames font comme ça
Et puis encore comme ça.
Les militaires font comme ça
Et puis encore comme ça
Les musiciens font comme ça
Et puis encore comme ça.
A Translation
by John Ashbery
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I Know a Man
As I sd to my
friend, because I am
always talking,—John, I
sd, which was not his
name, the darkness sur-
rounds us, what
can we do against
it, or else, shall we &
why not, buy a goddamn big car,
drive, he sd, for
christ’s sake, look
out where yr going.
by Robert Creeley
Mending wall
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun,
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
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Young Woman at a Window
While she sits
there
with tears on
her cheek
her cheek on
her hand
this little child
who robs her
knows nothing of
his theft
but rubs his
nose
by William Carlos Williams
MALACHITE.
The sudden spoon is the same in no size. The sudden spoon is the wound in the decision.
by Gertrude Stein
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“The fallen blossom flies back to its branch:
A butterfly.”
Between Walls
the back wings
of the
hospital where
nothing
will grow lie
cinders
In which shine
the broken
pieces of a green
bottle
by William Carlos Williams
In a Station of the Metro
The apparition of these faces in the crowd :
Petals on a wet, black bough .
by Ezra Pound