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 […]

I will teach you my townspeople How to perform a funeral For you have it over a troop Of artists- […]

In Breughel’s great picture, The Kermess, The dancers go round, they go round and Around, the squeal and the blare […]

Flowers through the window Lavender and yellow Changed by white curtains- Smell of cleanliness- Sunshine of late afternoon- On the […]

Of asphodel, that greeny flower, like a buttercup upon its branching stem- Save that it’s green and wooden- I come, […]

A middle-northern March, now as always – Gusts from the South broken against cold winds – But from under, as […]

There were some dirty plates And a glass of milk Beside her on a small table Near the rank, disheveled […]

It is a willow when summer is over, A willow by the river From which no leaf has fallen nor […]

It was an icy day. We buried the cat, Then took her box And set fire to it In the […]

Light hearted William twirled His November moustaches And, half dressed, looked From the bedroom window Upon the spring weather. Heigh-ya! […]

Brother Paul! look! -but he rushes to a different Window. The moon! I heard shrieks and thought: What’s that? That’s […]

Snow falls: Years of anger following Hours that float idly down- The blizzard Drifts its weight Deeper and deeper for […]

I’ve fond anticipation of a day O’erfilled with pure diversion presently, For I must read a lady poesy The while […]

At ten AM the young housewife Moves about in negligee behind The wooden walls of her husband’s house. I pass […]

The pure products of America Go crazy- Mountain folk from Kentucky Or the ribbed north end of Jersey With its […]

The crowd at the ball game Is moved uniformly By a spirit of uselessness Which delights them – All the […]

Upon the table in their bowl In violent disarray Of yellow sprays, green spikes Of leaves, red pointed petals And […]

Each time it rings I think it is for Me but it is Not for me nor for Anyone it […]

There they were Stuck Dog and bitch Halving the compass Then when with his yip They parted Oh how frolicsome […]

All the complicated details Of the attiring and The disattiring are completed! A liquid moon Moves gently among The long […]

According to Brueghel When Icarus fell It was spring A farmer was ploughing His field The whole pageantry Of the […]