by William Carlos Williams

Of asphodel, that greeny flower,
I come, my sweet,
to sing to you!
My heart rouses
thinking to bring you news
of something
that concerns you
and concerns many men. Look at
what passes for the new.
You will not find it there but in
despised poems.
It is difficult
to get the news from poems
yet men die miserably every day
for lack
of what is found there.

1962

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av. rrofsh. u paska dash lexu, sa u paska dash lexu.

e u ndrita ca..

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