Here you will find the Poem Backward of poet William Carlos Williams
A three-day-long rain from the east-- an terminable talking, talking of no consequence--patter, patter, patter. Hand in hand little winds blow the thin streams aslant. Warm. Distance cut off. Seclusion. A few passers-by, drawn in upon themselves, hurry from one place to another. Winds of the white poppy! there is no escape!-- An interminable talking, talking, talking . . .it has happened before. Backward, backward, backward.