WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS
619
by his demands for rent, the filth of
stupidity which has no escape
—blend to make impossible
all that is not imagined by men who have
lived yet unsated
by life's endless profusion
and colour
and rhythms, who seeing the brevity
of their transit through the spinning world
have resort to—
translation
Here life's exquisite diversity
its tenderness
ardour of spirits
find that in which they may move—
All enters—Katinka dances
The father blinks
The mother severely stares
—hey-la!
we all laugh together—Life has us
by the arm.
Katinka dies by bending
her body down in a crouch about her knees
there she stays panting from
the exertion of dancing—
The parents relent in alarm
Katinka rebegins to dance—
Finis
