Here you will find the Poem Great Mullen of poet William Carlos Williams
One leaves his leaves at home beomg a mullen and sends up a lighthouse to peer from: I will have my way, yellow--A mast with a lantern, ten fifty, a hundred, smaller and smaller as they grow more--Liar, liar, liar! You come from her! I can smell djer-kiss on your clothes. Ha! you come to me, you, I am a point of dew on a grass-stem. Why are you sending heat down on me from your lantern?--You are cowdung, a dead stick with the bark off. She is squirting on us both. She has has her hand on you!--well?--She has defiled ME.--Your leaves are dull, thick and hairy.--Every hair on my body will hold you off from me. You are a dungcake, birdlime on a fencerail.-- I love you, straight, yellow finger of God pointing to--her! Liar, broken weed, dungcake, you have-- I am a cricket waving his antennae and you are high, grey and straight. Ha!