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A dream of William Carlos Williams.

You were dead, but how sleek and darkly calm you were! |There is some change," I said. Your wife said, "There is a big change!" A third person was with us -- We all laughed about form, how sweet it is, what It is! While you laughed, your rocker broke. "You fell Out of it!" I shouted,but you were startled To think of leaving form. As we walked out The back door and down the wooden stoop, You asked about form in my poems. I found myself Lying, saying I cared nothing about form....
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Author:Bly, Robert
Publication:The American Poetry Review
Date:Jul 1, 1993
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