Soft as the bed in the earth
Where a stone has lain—
So soft, so smooth and so cool,
Spring closes me in
With her arms and her hands.
Rich as the smell
Of new earth on a stone,
That has lain, breathing
The damp through its pores—
Spring closes me in
With her blossomy hair;
Brings dark to my eyes.
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I like the way that this author has described his love for nature like the love of a lover. Delicately beautiful, but you know that Nature has its secrets. Williams knew that, and he explains it very well in this poem
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