Spring and All: XIV [Of death]

Of death
the barber
the barber
talked to me
 
cutting my
life with
sleep to trim
my hair —
 
It’s just
a moment
he said, we die
every night —
 
And of
the newest
ways to grow
hair on
 
bald death –
I told him
of the quartz
lamp
 
and of old men
with third
sets of teeth
to the cue
 
of an old man
who said
at the door —
Sunshine today!
 
for which
death shaves
him twice
a week
 
William Carlos Williams, "XIV [Of death]" from Spring and All. Copyright © 1923 by William Carlos Williams. Reprinted by permission of Public Domain.
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