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William Carlos Williams

so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens. — William Carlos Williams, “The Red Wheelbarrow,” Spring and All. First published in 1923 by Robert McAlmon’s Contact Publishing Co. The poem itself was originally published without a title and was designated as “XXII” as the twenty-second work in… Continue reading William Carlos Williams

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William Carlos Williams

My rooms will receive me. But my rooms are no longer sweet spaces where comfort is ready to wait on me with its crumbs. A darkness has brushed them. The mass of yellow tulips in the bowl is shrunken. Every familiar object is changed and dwarfed. I am shaken, broken against a might that splits… Continue reading William Carlos Williams

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William Carlos Williams

Landscape with the Fall of Icarus According to Brueghel when Icarus fell it was spring a farmer was ploughing his field the whole pageantry of the year was awake tingling near the edge of the sea concerned with itself sweating in the sun that melted the wings’ wax unsignificantly off the coast there was a… Continue reading William Carlos Williams

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William Carlos Williams

Of asphodel, that greeny flower,         like a buttercup                 upon its branching stem- save that it’s green and wooden-         I come, my sweet,                 to sing to you. We lived long together         a life filled,                 if you will, with… Continue reading William Carlos Williams

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William Carlos Williams

And yet one arrives somehow, finds himself loosening the hooks of her dress in a strange bedroom — feels the autumn dropping its silk and linen leaves about her ankles. The tawdry veined body emerges twisted upon itself like a winter wind…! — William Carlos Williams, “Arrival,” Sour Grapes (1921)

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William Carlos Williams

Let the snake wait under his weed and the writing be of words, slow and quick, sharp to strike, quiet to wait, sleepless. – through metaphor to reconcile the people and the stones. Compose. (No ideas but in things) Invent! Saxifrage is my flower that splits the rocks. — William Carlos Williams, “A Sort of… Continue reading William Carlos Williams

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William Carlos Williams

The work is heavy. I see bare branches laden with snow. I try to comfort myself with thought of your old age. A girl passes, in a red tam, the coat around her quick ankles snow smeared from running and falling- Of what shall I think now save of death the bright dancer? — William… Continue reading William Carlos Williams

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William Carlos Williams

Her body is not so white as anemone petals nor so smooth–nor so remote a thing. It is a field of the wild carrot taking thefield by force; the grass does not raise above it. Here is no question of whiteness, white as can be, with a purple mole at the center of each flower.… Continue reading William Carlos Williams

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