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35667	Williams, William Carlos	Sour Grapes: A Book of Poems			.txt	text/plain	7008	690	94	their branches of brown and yellow moth-flowers. bitterness of wind, and sky shining gusts from the south broken against cold winds-the old skin of wind-clear scales dropping leaving the city behind, out to the green hill-dashed thirty feet high, caught by the lake wind, that holds them in the air, wave-white small red handful: the dirt of these parts, rain, rock, light, trees--divided: trees counter rain-light-rocks or-trees counter rain-light-rocks or-the great silent bald head of her little-eyed husband! whole day in a car the like of which some old fellow Winds of the white poppy! Some leaves hang late, some fall Love is a young green willow like a winter wind...! of yellow sprays, green spikes of leaves, red pointed petals yellow, white and red, a white tree dark green and light. trees of white flowers. Black is split at once into flowers. small fire, white flowers!--Agh,	./cache/35667.txt	./txt/35667.txt