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William Carlos Williams - January
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Again I reply to the triple winds 
running chromatic fifths of derision 
outside my window: 
                               Play louder. 
You will not succeed. I am 
bound more to my sentences 
the more you batter at me 
to follow you. 
                     And the wind, 
as before, fingers perfectly 
its derisive music.
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