Of death
the barber
the barber
talked to me
cutting my
life with
sleep to trim
my hair-
It's just
a moment
he said, we die
every night-
And of
the newest
ways to grow
hair on
bald death-
I told him
of the quartz
lamp
and of old men
with third
sets of teeth
to the cue
of an old man
who said
at the door-
Sunshine today!
for which
death shaves
him twice
a week
Death The Barber
William Carlos Williams
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Poem topics: life, night, sleep, sunshine, today, moment, door, lamp, hair, death, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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