In the flashes and black shadows
of July
the days, locked in each other's arms,
seem still
so that squirrels and colored birds
go about at ease over
the branches and through the air.

Where will a shoulder split or
a forehead open and victory be?

Nowhere.
Both sides grow older.

And you may be sure
not one leaf will lift itself
from the ground
and become fast to a twig again.

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William Carlos Williams

William Carlos Williams was a Latino-American poet closely associated with modernism and imagism. more…

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"The Hunter by William Carlos Williams" Poetry.net. STANDS4 LLC, 2017. Web. 20 Aug. 2017. <http://www.poetry.net/poem/39710>.

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