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Septembris 28., 2021
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William Carlos Williams
THURSDAY
I have had my dream--like others--
And it has come to nothing, so that
I remain now carelessly
With feet planted on the ground,
And look up at the sky--
Feeling my clothes about me,
The weight of my body in my shoes,
The rim of my hat, air passing in and out
At my nose--and decide to dream no more.
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