William Carlos Williams - Smell lyrics

Oh strong-ridged and deeply hollowed Nose of mine! what will you not be smelling? What tactless a**es we are, you and I, boney nose Always indiscriminate, always unashamed And now it is the souring flowers of the bedraggled Poplars: a festering pulp on the wet earth Beneath them. With what deep thirst We quicken our desires To that rank odor of a pa**ing springtime! Can you not be decent? Can you not reserve your ardors For something less unlovely? What girl will care For us, do you think, if we continue in these ways? Must you taste everything? Must you know everything? Must you have a part in everything?