Sweep the house clean,
hang fresh curtains
in the windows
put on a new dress
and come with me!
The elm is scattering
its little loaves
of sweet smells
from a white sky!
Who shall hear of us
in the time to come?
Let him say there was
a burst of fragrance
from black branches.
Love Song
William Carlos Williams
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Poem topics: house, sky, time, fresh, sweet, white, hear, clean, black, dress, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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