Aux Imagistes : William Carlos Williams

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I think I have never been so exalted
As I am now by you,
O frost bitten blossoms,
That are unfolding your wings
From out the envious black branches.

Bloom quickly and make much of the sunshine
The twigs conspire against you
Hear them!
They hold you from behind

You shall not take wing
Except wing by wing, brokenly
And yet --
Even they
Shall not endure for ever.

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I adore that one. He's an awesome poet. It's o_flaherty's fault that I had a sudden WCW need in the last few weeks, he posted a great one here (http://www.livejournal.com/users/o_flaherty/2094.html)
I mostly posted Aux Imagistes because it's really spring like that around here - metaphorically, at least, I'm being held back by the same structure that got me here in terms of graduate school and the ever-present polarities of roots vs. flight. Overkill, I know, but the lines were echoing in my head... "bloom quickly and make much of the sunshine..." feels right on for what a lot of people are going through right now, anyway.