To Waken An Old Lady By William Carlos Williams (Pocket Poem)

To Waken An Old Lady

By William Carlos Williams

 

Old age is

A flight of small

Cheeping birds

Skimming

Bare trees

Above a snow glaze.

Gaining and failing

They are buffeted

By a dark wind—

But what?

On harsh weedstalks

The flock has rested,

The snow

Is covered with broken

Seedhusks

And the wind tempered

By a shrill

Piping of plenty.

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