Explore "The Cold Night" by William Carlos Williams on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
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 perfect thighs / of the Police Sergeant's wife / perfect still after many babies.
Oya!