Summer Song
Wanderer moon
smiling a
faintly ironical smile
at this
brilliant, dew-moistened
summer morning,
a detached
sleepily indifferent
smile, a
wanderer's smile,
if I should
buy a shirt
your color and
put on a necktie
sky-blue
where would they carry me?
William Carlos Willams
Wanderer moon
smiling a
faintly ironical smile
at this
brilliant, dew-moistened
summer morning,
a detached
sleepily indifferent
smile, a
wanderer's smile,
if I should
buy a shirt
your color and
put on a necktie
sky-blue
where would they carry me?
William Carlos Willams
stoothman:
Cool poem, Mizoo
lanemeyer:
You are my curve ball and I am your sun house that leads to money 