...YOU think it means? Potrait of a Lady
By: William Carlos Williams
Your thighs are appletrees
whose blossoms touch the sky.
Which sky? The sky
where Watteau hund a lady's slipper. You knees
are a southern breeze - or
a gust of snow. Agh! what
sort of man was Fragonard?
-as if that answered
anything. Ah, yes- below
the knees, since the tune
drops that way, it is
one ofthose white summer days,
the tall grass of your ankles
flickers upon the shore-
which shore?-
the sand clings to my lips-
Which shore?
Agh, petals maybe. How
should I know?
Which shore? Which shore?
I said petals from an appletree
By: William Carlos Williams
Your thighs are appletrees
whose blossoms touch the sky.
Which sky? The sky
where Watteau hund a lady's slipper. You knees
are a southern breeze - or
a gust of snow. Agh! what
sort of man was Fragonard?
-as if that answered
anything. Ah, yes- below
the knees, since the tune
drops that way, it is
one ofthose white summer days,
the tall grass of your ankles
flickers upon the shore-
which shore?-
the sand clings to my lips-
Which shore?
Agh, petals maybe. How
should I know?
Which shore? Which shore?
I said petals from an appletree