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Death The Barber

Of death

the barber

the barber

talked to me

cutting my

life with

sleep to trim

my hair—

It’s just

a moment

he said, we die

every night—

And of

the newest

ways to grow

hair on

bald death—

I told him

of the quartz

lamp

and of old men

with third

sets of teeth

to the cue

of an old man

who said

at the door—

Sunshine today!

for which

death shaves

him twice

a week

Written by

William Carlos Williams

1883-1963 / Male / American

LinesWords: 3277

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