Explore "To Waken an Old Lady" by William Carlos Williams on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Old age is / a flight of small / cheeping birds / skimming / bare trees / above a snow glaze.
Gaining and failing / they are buffetted / by a dark wind -- / But what?
On harsh weedstalks / the flock has rested, / the snow / is covered with broken / seedhusks / and the wind tempered / by a shrill / piping of plenty.