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The Cold Night

The Cold Night

It is cold. The white moon
Is up among her scattered stars—
Like the bare thighs of
The Police Sergeant’s wife—among
Her five children. . .
No answer. Pale shadows lie upon
The frosted grass. One answer:
It is midnight, it is still
And it is cold. . . !
White thighs of the sky! a
New answer out of the depths of
My male belly: In April. . .
In April I shall see again—In April!
The round and perfects thighs
Of the Police Sergeant’s wife
Perfect still after many babies.
Oya!



Poem The Cold Night - William Carlos Williams