Author: William Carlos Williams

1962 The over-all picture is winter Icy mountains In the background the return From the hunt it is toward evening […]

Well, Lizzie Anderson! seventeen men-and The baby hard to find a father for! What will the good Father in Heaven […]

Vast and grey, the sky Is a simulacrum To all but him whose days Are vast and grey and- In […]

The birches are mad with green points The wood’s edge is burning with their green, Burning, seething-No, no, no. The […]

As the cat Climbed over The top of The jamcloset First the right Forefoot Carefully Then the hind Stepped down […]

The whole process is a lie, unless, crowned by excess, It break forcefully, one way or another, from its confinement- […]

By the road to the contagious hospital Under the surge of the blue Mottled clouds driven from the Northeast-a cold […]

Men with picked voices chant the names Of cities in a huge gallery: promises That pull through descending stairways To […]

Tracks of rain and light linger in The spongy greens of a nature whose Flickering mountain-bulging nearer, Ebbing back into […]

The murderer’s little daughter Who is barely ten years old Jerks her shoulders Right and left So as to catch […]