June 2009
2 posts
Youth and Beauty by William Carlos Williams
I bought a dish-mop—
having no daughter—
for they had twisted
fine ribbons of shining copper
about white twine
and made a towsled head
of it, fastened it
upon a turned ash stick
slender at the neck,
straight, tall—
when tied upright
on the brass wall-bracket
to be a light for me—
and naked,
as a girl should seem
to her father.
