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William Carlos Williams
This, with a face
like a mashed blood orange
that suddenly
would get eyes
and look up and scream
War! War!
clutching her
thick, ragged coat
A piece of hat
broken shoes
War! War!
stumbling for dread
at the young men
who with their gun-butts
shove her
sprawling--
a note
at the foot of the page
[from An Early Martyr at Other Poems, 1935]
The rose is obsolete
The Red Wheelbarrow
"To Elsie" or "The pure products of America /
go crazy"
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