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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE CATS' MONTH, by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Your frosty hands Last Line: Where deep snow lies. Subject(s): Animals; Cats | |||
Your frosty hands your withered face the merciless February of it all - It is for cats! Their musk clings in the entries to good ladies' houses. I catch it sometimes even in the open street where deep snow lies. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOW THE MIRROR LOOKS THIS MORNING by HICOK. BOB THE LONELY MAN by RANDALL JARRELL IN SEVERAL COLORS by JANE KENYON OPENING HER JEWEL BOX by WILLIAM MATTHEWS HAZARD FACES A SUNDAY IN THE DECLINE by WILLIAM MEREDITH A CELEBRATION by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS |
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