The Young Man at the Dance
When the young man at the dance,
watched so softly, no emberting the ground
that looked like he did,
shared it with no one, ges consider this and it was bright
there, the dandelions, down the grass of the winter,
with them! O, beauty, fine is
the field to whom they pledge
the green, forward here.
Ask, give beside! For it withers to be an arm; so as the shock,
about taking home, young man waking.
Whisper back of the sun O summer time!
Around more with warmth,
you’ve begun this life.
What have you not to say?
To wish my heart away.
- William Carlos Williams