WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS
171
the savage beast—
Get the rhythm
That sheet stuff
's a lot a cheese
Man
gimme the key
and lemme loose—
I make 'em crazy
with my harmonies—
Shoot it Jimmy
Nobody
Nobody else
but me—
They can't copy it
III
The crowd at the ball game
is moved uniformly
by a spirit of uselessness
which delights them—
all the exciting detail
of the chase
and the escape, the error
the flash of genius—
all to no end save beauty
the eternal—
