this is taken from the top left corner of the seventieth page of the New Directions paperback, Imaginations by William Carlos Williams.
coffee, a man would be lonesome enough
his child gambols
him; it's this or that
other day. But
butterflies
not your head
roads - only
in a flower
a flash only
to the split
hands hanging
ha, ha!
sits kicking
a disreputable farmhand
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