- Would you consider a train passing—or the city in the icy sky—a love song?
What else? It must be so.
- And if I told you the dark trees against the night sky and the row of the city’s
lights beyond and under them—would you consider that a love statement?
- This is what my poems have been from the first.
- It is simple. There is no symbolism, no evocation of an image.
- It is so.
- —William Carlos Williams, January: A Novelette (Imaginations, 298-299)
On Stevens Creek Boulevard at Wolfe Road near Vallco Shopping Center
- Nails hammered into living wood
- does not hurt it much:
- two two-by-fours proip up a leaning tree.
- On this narrow, manicured intersection,
- we do not allow a tree to fall.
9 March 1984, Cupertino