Old age is
a flight of small
cheeping birds
skimming
bare trees
above a snow glaze.
Gaining and failing
they are buffeted
by a dark wind—
But what?
On harsh weedstalks
the flock has rested—
the snow
is covered with broken
seed husks
and the wind tempered
with a shrill
piping of plenty.
To Waken An Old Lady
Analysis, meaning and summary of William Carlos Williams's poem To Waken An Old Lady
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Mom died Feb 3 of this year from a courageous 40 year battle with MS… at the age of 82. Frail and battered by the coming demise she fought and gained and failed on a life of empty seed husks. And buffeted by a dark wind of what? She finally found the empty that is not there…
Why waken the old lady? shes old..just go and destroy her..Love it hate it…I dont care..just please dont do my mom thanks…