Explore "Romance Moderne" by William Carlos Williams on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Tracks of rain and light linger in / the spongy greens of a nature whose / flickering mountain -- bulging nearer, / ebbing back into the sun / hollowing itself away to hold a lake -- / or brown stream rising and falling / at the roadside, turning about, / churning itself white, drawing / green in over it -- plunging glassy funnels / fall -- / And -- the other world -- / the windshield a blunt barrier: / Talk to me. Sh! they would hear us.
-the backs of their heads facing us -- / The stream continues its motion of / a hound running over rough ground.