written by William Carlos WilliamsIf 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 great a pushing
against him,
too much of sumac buds, pink
in the head
with the clear gum upon them,
too many opening hearts of lilac leaves,
too many, too many swollen
limp poplar tassels on the
bare branches!
It was too strong in the air.
I had no rest against that
springtime!
The pounding of the hoofs on the
raw sods
stayed with me half through the night.
I awoke smiling but tired.
William Carlos Williams
written by William Carlos Williams, published on Sun 04.24.2011 at 15:52
Again I reply to the triple winds
running chromatic fifths of derision
outside my window:
Play louder.
written by William Carlos Williams, published on Sun 04.03.2011 at 10:02
I lie here thinking of you:---
the stain of love
is upon the world!
Yellow, yellow, yellow
it eats into the leaves,
written by William Carlos Williams, published on Sat 03.19.2011 at 14:43
Vast and grey, the sky
is a simulacrum
to all but him whose days
are vast and grey and --
In the tall, dried grasses
written by William Carlos Williams, published on Fri 02.18.2011 at 19:20
By constantly tormenting them
with reminders of the lice in
their children's hair, the
School Physician first
written by William Carlos Williams, published on Sat 01.22.2011 at 06:16
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
written by William Carlos Williams, published on Mon 11.22.2010 at 13:41
It is a willow when summer is over,
a willow by the river
from which no leaf has fallen nor
bitten by the sun
