the perfections are sharpened the flower spreads its colored petals wide in the sun but the tongue of the bee misses them they sink back into the loam crying out cyou may call it a cry that creeps over them , a shiver as they wilt and disappear ... '' cwilliam carlos williams , paterson `` born down in a dead man 's town '' cbruce springsteen chapter 1 after the flood ( 1957 ) 1 the terror , which would not end for another twenty-eight years-if it ever did end-began , so far as i know or can tell , with a boat made from a sheet of newspaper floating down a gutter swollen with rain .