"Flowers through the windowlavender and yellow
changed by white curtains –
Smell of cleanliness –
Sunshine of late afternoon –
On the glass tray
a glass pitcher, the tumbler
turned down, by which
a key is lying – And the
immaculate white bed "
Williams describes a place of near utopia throughout this poem. Speaks of places he loves that is near and dear to his heart, Nantucket. I've been going to Nantucket for the past three years and I can agree with Williams that is a place that is nearly perfect. There's a sort of feel about it where everyone's relaxed and loving life.
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