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William Carlos Williams - The Cold Night
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It is cold. The white moon 
is up among her scattered stars— 
like the bare thighs of 
the Police Sergeant`s wife—among 
her five children . . . 
No answer. Pale shadows lie upon 
the frosted grass. One answer: 
It is midnight, it is still 
and it is cold . . . ! 
White thights of the sky! a 
new answer out of the depths of 
my male belly: In April . . . 
In April I shall see again—In April! 
the round and perfects thighs 
of the Police Sergeant`s wife 
perfect still after many babies. 
Oya!
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