William Carlos Williams was an American poet who won the Pulitzer Prize for some of his work posthumously.
He called her
the gentle negress.
Was she once imagination's
figment or a secret lover
before she was born
like a butterfly in the poet's
notebook, she with a low
and gentle voice, surprised
that he who was pale
could find her lovely and
would bother to search
her eyes? Negress
was an okay term
in those days for
Williams' soul flowed
into infinity in 1963.
People think I am hard
and strong, but like
the gentle negress
I too am gentle,
melancholy at times
and was once loved
by a vaguely pale
peculiarly auburn
haired Turk who too
found me lovely, and
I was surprised.
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