A Brief Review of "Paterson," by William Carlos Williams

Bill's mind doesn't stay in gear.
He jumps and stalls, and never
Seems to get to where he meant
To go. His Paterson's an ice-cream
Cone which someone dropped.
It's laying, shattered, melted,
On a busy street. It's mixed
With sand, beset by bugs,
But I have put my finger in it.
Jesus, is it sweet!



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-08-23 at 15:19

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