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Williams, William Carlos: The Jungle

Portre of Williams, William Carlos

The Jungle (English)

It is not the still weight
of the trees, the
breathless interior of the wood,
tangled with wrist-thick

vines, the flies, reptiles,
the forever fearful monkeys
screaming and running
in the branches –

a girl waiting
shy, brown, soft-eyed –
to guide you
                       Upstairs, sir.

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