Hypocritic critic

POEM
By William Carlos Williams
By the road to the contagious hospital
under the surge of the blue
mottled clouds driven from the
northeast—a cold wind. Beyond, the
waste of broad, muddy fields
brown with dried weeds, standing and fallen
patches of standing water
the scattering of tall trees
All along the rood the reddish
purplish, forked, upstanding, twiggy
stuff of bushes and small trees
with dead, brown leaves under them
leafless vines—
Lifeless in appearance, sluggish
dazed spring approaches—
They enter the new world naked,
cold, uncertain of all
save that they enter. All about them
the cold, familiar wind—
Now the grass, to-morrow
the stiff curl of wild-carrot leaf
One by one objects are defined—
It quickens: clarity, outline of leaf
But now the stark dignity of
entrance—Still, the profound change
has come upon them; rooted, they
grip down and begin to awaken

kas vainas rozā?
a ko futbolu neskaties?
ja es ņemtu galvā visu, ko man cilvēki saka, tad diez vai varētu normāli ar mani parunāt.

mīļā sirds, es ceru, ka tev viss ir labi:)

izgulies un beidz ķēmoties!