Monday, September 10, 2007

You drunken / tottering / bum // by Christ / in spite of all / your filth // and sordidness / I envy / you // It is the very face / of love / itself

1 comment:

Ahab Cloud said...

WC Williams' "The Drunkard." It comes along with a letter: "Dear Mother: Here is a poem to set beside some of my 'incomprehensible' latter work. I think you will like this one. It seems the sort of thing that I am going to do...."