piece and piece
piece and piecemoving still trippingly through
through the morningmist
long after the engine
has fought by
and disappeared
in silence
to the left--William Carlos Williams, The Descent of Winter
Lithographs: Louis Lozowick
You are neither here nor there, in and out of an enormous room through which known and strange things pass, all through your solitude
piece and piece
piece and piecemoving still trippingly through
through the morningmist
long after the engine
has fought by
and disappeared
in silence
to the left--William Carlos Williams, The Descent of Winter