Love Song
by William Carlos Williams
Sweep the house clean,
hang fresh curtains
in the windows
put on a new dress
and come with me!
The elm is scattering
its little loaves
of sweet smells
from a white sky!
Who shall hear of us
in the time to come?
Let him say there was
a burst of fragrance
from black branches.
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2 comments:
Sounds like party preparations!
It makes we want to run out the door and throw leaves in the air!
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