Work by William Carlos Williams

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First he said:

It is the woman in us

That makes us write--

Let us acknowledge it--

Man would be silent.

We are not men

Therefore we can speak

And be conscious

(of the two sides)

Unbent by the sensual

As befits accuracy.

I then said:

Dare you make this

Your propaganda?

And he answered:

Am I not I--here?

Copyright © 1966, Florence H. Williams

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• Pastoral
• Poem
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• A Sort of a Song

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