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| Author | Williams, William Carlos |
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| Genre | Poetry |
| Journal or Book | - |
| Publisher | - |
| Year of Publication | 1916 |
| Pages | - |
| Additional information | - |
At ten A.M. the young housewife
moves about in negligee behind
the wooden walls of her husband's house.
I pass solitary in my car.
Then again she comes to the curb
to call the ice-man, fish-man, and stands
shy, uncorseted, tucking in
stray ends of hair, and I compare her
to a fallen leaf.
The noiseless wheels of my car
rush with a crackling sound over
dried leaves as I bow and pass smiling.
