Oh strong-ridged and deeply hollowed <br />nose of mine! what will you not be smelling? <br />What tactless asses we are, you and I, boney nose, <br />always indiscriminate, always unashamed, <br />and now it is the souring flowers of the bedreggled <br />poplars: a festering pulp on the wet earth <br />beneath them. With what deep thirst <br />we quicken our desires <br />to that rank odor of a passing springtime! <br />Can you not be decent? Can you not reserve your ardors <br />for something less unlovely? What girl will care <br />for us, do you think, if we continue in these ways? <br />Must you taste everything? Must you know everything? <br />Must you have a part in everything?<br /><br />William Carlos Williams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/smell/
