And yet one arrives somehow,
finds himself loosening the hooks of
her dress
in a strange bedroom--
feels the autumn
dropping its silk and linen leaves
about her ankles.
The tawdry veined body emerges
twisted upon itself
like a winter wind . . . !

by William Carlos Williams

Comments (4)

Here's a woman who craved travelling to escape the mundane of everyday hum dum... Nicely penned.
A beautiful poem nicely executed. Nice penmanship.
Shall i go there? Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Such a great poem by Emily Jane Bronte...............