To Waken an Old Lady

I am a little piece of

the world,

but I am still here,

never far, even returns

with the earth.

To waken you from sleep,

I climb low hills at the edge

of valleys.

I wait; the trees,

awaken me with fruits

trailing down the:

drops cumulous, as if—

and in the breaking

of days, I see

my songs rise, earth as said wouldn’t be deep,

unless I heard

running down.

• William Carlos Williams