Poem

Autumn BY AMY LOWELL

All day I have watched the purple vine leaves Fall into the water. And now in the moonlight they still fall, But each leaf is fringed with silver.

Autumn BY William Carlo s Willi am s

A stand of people by an open grave underneath the heavy leaves celebrates the cut and fill for the new road where an old man on his knees reaps a basket- ful of matted grasses for his goats

This Is Just To Say BY WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS

I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfast Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold

To a Poor Old Woman BY WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS

munching a plum on the street a paper bag of them in her hand They taste good to her They taste good to her. They taste good to her You can see it by the way she gives herself to the one half sucked out in her hand Comforted a solace of ripe plums seeming to fill the air They taste good to her

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