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I remember studying WC Williams for a whole quarter in college, writing papers on WHAT depended on the darned wheelbarrow... never did figure it out. Still love this poem, though -- the phrase 'glazed with rain' always strikes me.
The first time I read this poem it rang a bell in me that is still ringing. It goes all the way to the core of me.I can't really explain why but I think it's like the most beautiful of photographs or the face of someone you love. So much depends on seeing beauty right there in the regular yard, beside the chickens.
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