The illustration
A pot. A pot is a beginning of a rare bit of trees. Trees tremble, the old
Selfyeast of spirit a dull dough sours. I see
Among the pickled foetuses and bottled bones,
My dazzling Spells into the spongy air
Do I dare
For to articulate sweet sounds together
I could break a tree.
In red weather.
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SPECIAL THANKS TO
1 W.C. Williams, "The Botticellian Trees"
2 Marianne Moore, "To a Steam Roller"
3 Gertrude Stein, "Susie Asado"
4 G.M. Hopkins, "I Wake and Feel the Fell of Dark, Not Day"
5 Ezra Pound, "Hugh Selwyn Mauberley"
6 John Milton, "Comus"
7 T.S. Eliot, "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock"
8 W.B. Yeats, "Adam’s Curse"
9 H.D., "Garden"
10 Wallace Stevens, "Disillusionment of
"That poem rules"
-William Carlos Williams
