
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens.
- William Carlos Williams
I was 13 years old in Mr. M's English class the first time I truly heard a poem, this poem. I was many years older than that before I realized that every poem wouldn't feel like the first one.
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