"William Carlos Williams."
"He didn't like jazz.
He once claimed that in an interview.
The good doctor's reaction to it,
a bit like a hand retracting from a slim volume
of 20th century verse.
In other words, good intentions.
But what does this yak, yak, yak have to do with me?
This, you understand from a person
who had listened to an industrial river.
Forced a painter's brush to give up its low animal noise.
Broke twee trees into sense."