Spring Song
Having died
one is at great advantage
over his fellows--
one can pretend.
And so,
the smell of earth
being upon you too--
I pretend
there is something
temptingly foreign
some subtle difference,
one last amour
to be divided for
our death-necklaces, when
I would merely lie
hand in hand in the dirt with you.
-William Carlos Williams
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