William Carlos Williams - Complaint lyrics

They call me and I go It is a frozen road Past midnight, a dust Of snow caught In the rigid wheeltracks The door opens I smile, enter and Shake off the cold Here is a great woman On her side in the bed She is sick Perhaps vomiting Perhaps laboring To give birth to A tenth child. Joy! Joy! Night is a room Darkened for lovers Through the jalousies the sun Has sent one golden needle! I pick the hair from her eyes And watch her misery With compa**ion