January

The first day walking by Via Cammino Nuovo

            
      January
 

Again I reply to the triple winds

running chromatic fiths of derision

outside my window:

                               Play louder.

You will not succeed. I am

bound more to my sentences

the more you batter at me

to follow you.

                         And the wind,

as before, fingers perfectly

its derisive music.

William Carlos Williams: 

Two Judgments