William Carlos Williams
A Sort Of A Song by William Carlos Williams

A Sort Of A Song by 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 ...

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This Is Just To Say by William Carlos Williams

This Is Just To Say by William Carlos Williams

I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfast Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold

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The Red Wheelbarrow by William Carlos Williams

The Red Wheelbarrow by William Carlos Williams

so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens.

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Poem (As The Cat) by William Carlos Williams

Poem (As The Cat) by William Carlos Williams

As the catclimbed overthe top ofthe jamclosetfirst the rightforefootcarefullythen the hindstepped downinto the pit ofthe emptyflowerpotAnonymous submission.

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“Libertad! Igualdad! Fraternidad!” by William Carlos Williams

“Libertad! Igualdad! Fraternidad!” by William Carlos Williams

You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart!Brother! --if we were rich we'd stick our chests out and hold our heads high!It is dreams that have ...

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Dawn by William Carlos Williams

Dawn by William Carlos Williams

Ecstatic bird songs pound the hollow vastness of the sky with metallic clinkings-- beating color up into it at a far edge,--beating it, beating it with rising, triumphant ardor,-- ...

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The Young Housewife by William Carlos Williams

The Young Housewife by William Carlos Williams

At ten AM the young housewifemoves about in negligee behindthe wooden walls of her husband’s house.I pass solitary in my car.Then again she comes to the curbto call the ice-man, ...

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Blueflags by William Carlos Williams

Blueflags by William Carlos Williams

I stopped the car to let the children down where the streets end in the sun at the marsh edge and the reeds begin and there are small houses facing the reeds and the blue mist in ...

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April by William Carlos Williams

April by William Carlos Williams

If you had come away with me into another state we had been quiet together. But there the sun coming up out of the nothing beyond the lake was too low in the sky, there was too ...

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Complaint by William Carlos Williams

Complaint by William Carlos Williams

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 ...

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Love Song by William Carlos Williams

Love Song by William Carlos Williams

I lie here thinking of you:--- the stain of loveis upon the world!Yellow, yellow, yellowit eats into the leaves,smears with saffronthe horned branched the leanheavilyagainst a ...

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Landscape With The Fall Of Icarus by William Carlos Williams

Landscape With The Fall Of Icarus by William Carlos Williams

According to Brueghelwhen Icarus fellit was springa farmer was ploughinghis fieldthe whole pageantryof the year wasawake tinglingnearthe edge of the seaconcernedwith ...

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Youth And Beauty by William Carlos Williams

Youth And Beauty by William Carlos Williams

I bought a dishmop-- having no daughter-- for they had twisted fine ribbons of shining copper about white twine and made a tousled head of it, fastened it upon a turned ash stick ...

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Spring And All by William Carlos Williams

Spring And All by William Carlos Williams

By the road to the contagious hospitalunder the surge of the bluemottled clouds driven from thenortheast -- a cold wind. Beyond, thewaste of broad, muddy fieldsbrown with dried ...

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A Goodnight by William Carlos Williams

A Goodnight by William Carlos Williams

Go to sleep--though of course you will not-- to tideless waves thundering slantwise against strong embankments, rattle and swish of spray dashed thirty feet high, caught by the ...

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Approach Of Winter by William Carlos Williams

Approach Of Winter by William Carlos Williams

The half-stripped trees struck by a wind together, bending all, the leaves flutter drily and refuse to let go or driven like hail stream bitterly out to one side and fall where ...

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A Celebration by William Carlos Williams

A Celebration by William Carlos Williams

A middle-northern March, now as always-- gusts from the South broken against cold winds-- but from under, as if a slow hand lifted a tide, it moves--not into April--into a second ...

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Complete Destruction by William Carlos Williams

Complete Destruction by William Carlos Williams

It was an icy day. We buried the cat, then took her box and set fire to it in the back yard. Those fleas that escaped earth and fire died by the cold.

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The Last Words Of My English Grandmother by William Carlos Williams

The Last Words Of My English Grandmother by William Carlos Williams

There were some dirty platesand a glass of milkbeside her on a small tablenear the rank, disheveled bed--Wrinkled and nearly blindshe lay and snoredrousing with anger in her ...

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Arrival by William Carlos Williams

Arrival by 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 ...

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Berket And The Stars by William Carlos Williams

Berket And The Stars by William Carlos Williams

A day on the boulevards chosen out of ten years of student poverty! One best day out of ten good ones. Berket in high spirits--"Ha, oranges! Let's have one!" And he made to snatch ...

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Danse Russe by William Carlos Williams

Danse Russe by William Carlos Williams

If I when my wife is sleepingand the baby and Kathleenare sleepingand the sun is a flame-white discin silken mistsabove shining trees,—if I in my north roomdance naked, ...

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Smell by William Carlos Williams

Smell by William Carlos Williams

Oh strong-ridged and deeply hollowed nose of mine! what will you not be smelling? What tactless asses we are, you and I, boney nose, always indiscriminate, always unashamed, and ...

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Blizzard by William Carlos Williams

Blizzard by William Carlos Williams

Snow falls:years of anger followinghours that float idly down --the blizzarddrifts its weightdeeper and deeper for three daysor sixty years, eh? Thenthe sun! a clutter ofyellow ...

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Queen Anne’s Lace by William Carlos Williams

Queen Anne’s Lace by 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 ...

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Daisy by William Carlos Williams

Daisy by William Carlos Williams

The dayseye hugging the earth in August, ha! Spring is gone down in purple, weeds stand high in the corn, the rainbeaten furrow is clotted with sorrel and crabgrass, the branch is ...

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January Morning by William Carlos Williams

January Morning by William Carlos Williams

II have discovered that most of the beauties of travel are due to the strange hours we keep to see them: the domes of the Church of the Paulist Fathers in Weehawken against a ...

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Dedication For A Plot Of Ground by William Carlos Williams

Dedication For A Plot Of Ground by William Carlos Williams

This plot of ground facing the waters of this inlet is dedicated to the living presence of Emily Dickinson Wellcome who was born in England; married; lost her husband and with her ...

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Portrait Of A Lady by William Carlos Williams

Portrait Of A Lady by William Carlos Williams

Your thighs are appletreeswhose blossoms touch the sky.Which sky? The skywhere Watteau hung a lady'sslipper. Your kneesare a southern breeze -- ora gust of snow. Agh! whatsort of ...

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Winter Trees by William Carlos Williams

Winter Trees by William Carlos Williams

All the complicated details of the attiring and the disattiring are completed! A liquid moon moves gently among the long branches. Thus having prepared their buds against a sure ...

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To A Poor Old Woman by William Carlos Williams

To A Poor Old Woman by William Carlos Williams

munching a plum onthe street a paper bagof them in her handThey taste good to herThey taste goodto her. They tastegood to herYou can see it bythe way she gives herselfto the one ...

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Peace On Earth by William Carlos Williams

Peace On Earth by William Carlos Williams

The Archer is wake! The Swan is flying! Gold against blue An Arrow is lying. There is hunting in heaven-- Sleep safe till tomorrow.The Bears are abroad! The Eagle is screaming! ...

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Waiting by William Carlos Williams

Waiting by William Carlos Williams

When I am alone I am happy. The air is cool. The sky is flecked and splashed and wound with color. The crimson phalloi of the sassafras leaves hang crowded before me in shoals on ...

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The Great Figure by William Carlos Williams

The Great Figure by William Carlos Williams

Among the rain and lights I saw the figure 5 in gold on a red firetruck moving tense unheeded to gong clangs siren howls and wheels rumbling through the dark city.

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Thursday by William Carlos Williams

Thursday by William Carlos Williams

I have had my dream--like others-- and it has come to nothing, so that I remain now carelessly with feet planted on the ground and look up at the sky-- feeling my clothes about ...

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Between Walls by William Carlos Williams

Between Walls by William Carlos Williams

the back wingsof thehospital wherenothingwill grow liecindersIn which shinethe brokenpieces of a greenbottle

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The Artist by William Carlos Williams

The Artist by William Carlos Williams

Mr T.bareheadedin a soiled undershirthis hair standing outon all sidesstood on his toesheels togetherarms gracefullyfor the momentcurled above his head.Then he whirled ...

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The Widow’s Lament In Springtime by William Carlos Williams

The Widow’s Lament In Springtime by William Carlos Williams

Sorrow is my own yardwhere the new grassflames as it has flamedoften before but notwith the cold firethat closes round me this year.Thirtyfive yearsI lived with my husband.The ...

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Epitaph by William Carlos Williams

Epitaph by William Carlos Williams

An old willow with hollow branches slowly swayed his few high gright tendrils and sang: Love is a young green willow shimmering at the bare wood's edge.

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First Praise by William Carlos Williams

First Praise by William Carlos Williams

Lady of dusk-wood fastnesses, Thou art my Lady. I have known the crisp, splintering leaf-tread with thee on before, White, slender through green saplings; I have lain by thee on ...

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To Waken An Old Lady by William Carlos Williams

To Waken An Old Lady by William Carlos Williams

Old age isa flight of smallcheeping birdsskimmingbare treesabove a snow glaze.Gaining and failingthey are buffetedby a dark wind --But what?On harsh weedstalksthe flock has rested ...

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Children’s Games by William Carlos Williams

Children’s Games by William Carlos Williams

IThis is a schoolyardcrowdedwith childrenof all ages near a villageon a small streammeandering bywhere some boysare swimmingbare-assor climbing a tree in leafeverythingis ...

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Willow Poem by William Carlos Williams

Willow Poem by William Carlos Williams

It is a willow when summer is over,a willow by the riverfrom which no leaf has fallen norbitten by the sunturned orange or crimson.The leaves cling and grow paler,swing and grow ...

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Pastoral by William Carlos Williams

Pastoral by William Carlos Williams

The little sparrows hop ingenuously about the pavement quarreling with sharp voices over those things that interest them. But we who are wiser shut ourselves in on either hand and ...

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The Cold Night by William Carlos Williams

The Cold Night by William Carlos Williams

It is cold. The white moon is up among her scattered stars-- like the bare thighs of the Police Sergeant's wife--among her five children . . . No answer. Pale shadows lie upon the ...

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Asphodel, That Greeny Flower by William Carlos Williams

Asphodel, That Greeny Flower by 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, ...

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The Birds by William Carlos Williams

The Birds by William Carlos Williams

The world begins again! Not wholly insufflated the blackbirds in the rain upon the dead topbranches of the living tree, stuck fast to the low clouds, notate the dawn. Their shrill ...

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To Elsie by William Carlos Williams

To Elsie by William Carlos Williams

The pure products of Americago crazy--mountain folk from Kentuckyor the ribbed north end of Jerseywith its isolate lakes andvalleys, its deaf-mutes, thievesold namesand ...

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Backward by William Carlos Williams

Backward by William Carlos Williams

A three-day-long rain from the east--an terminable talking, talkingof no consequence--patter, patter, patter.Hand in hand little windsblow the thin streams aslant.Warm. Distance ...

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Primrose by William Carlos Williams

Primrose by William Carlos Williams

Yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow! It is not a color. It is summer! It is the wind on a willow, the lap of waves, the shadow under a bush, a bird, a bluebird, three herons, a dead ...

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