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lotesseSuzanne
William Carlos Williams
Brother Paul! look!
—but he rushes to a different
window.
The moon!
I heard shrieks and thought:
What's that?
That's just Suzanne
talking to the moon!
Pounding on the window
with both fists:
Paul! Paul!
—and talking to the moon.
Shrieking
and pounding the glass
with both fists!
Brother Paul! the moon!
(a story to go with the poem: I had this wild anthology of poems, ostensibly "for children," that was the gruesomest, wrenchingest, weirdest, most intense thing ever, and I pored over it like a postulate with her sacred text as a wee thing. Bits of poems from this anthology are lodged all the way back at my backbrain. Just now, I remembered pounding at the window and brother Paul and the moon, and lo and behold of course the poem is by William Carlos Williams. Besos, baby!)
William Carlos Williams
Brother Paul! look!
—but he rushes to a different
window.
The moon!
I heard shrieks and thought:
What's that?
That's just Suzanne
talking to the moon!
Pounding on the window
with both fists:
Paul! Paul!
—and talking to the moon.
Shrieking
and pounding the glass
with both fists!
Brother Paul! the moon!
(a story to go with the poem: I had this wild anthology of poems, ostensibly "for children," that was the gruesomest, wrenchingest, weirdest, most intense thing ever, and I pored over it like a postulate with her sacred text as a wee thing. Bits of poems from this anthology are lodged all the way back at my backbrain. Just now, I remembered pounding at the window and brother Paul and the moon, and lo and behold of course the poem is by William Carlos Williams. Besos, baby!)