Author: William Carlos Williams

Old age is A flight of small Cheeping birds Skimming Bare trees Above a snow glaze. Gaining and failing They […]

You know there is not much That I desire, a few chrysanthemums Half lying on the grass, yellow And brown […]

Go to sleep-though of course you will not – To tideless waves thundering slantwise against Strong embankments, rattle and swish […]

munching a plum on The street a paper bag Of them in her hand They taste good to her They […]

I think I have never been so exalted As I am now by you, O frost bitten blossoms, That are […]

Sorrow is my own yard Where the new grass Flames as it has flamed Often before but not With the […]

It is cold. The white moon Is up among her scattered stars— Like the bare thighs of The Police Sergeant’s […]

Gagarin says, in ecstasy, He could have Gone on forever He floated At and sang And when he emerged from […]

I have eaten The plums That were in The icebox And which You were probably Saving For breakfast Forgive me […]

Let the snake wait under His weed And the writing Be of words, slow and quick, sharp To strike, quiet […]

Your thighs are appletrees Whose blossoms touch the sky. Which sky? The sky Where Watteau hung a lady’s Slipper. Your […]

The little sparrows Hop ingenuously About the pavement Quarreling With sharp voices Over those things That interest them. But we […]

If when my wife is sleeping And the baby and Kathleen Are sleeping And the sun is a flame-white disc […]

A rumpled sheet Of brown paper About the length And apparent bulk Of a man was Rolling with the Wind […]

Among the rain And lights I saw the figure 5 In gold On a red Firetruck Moving Tense Unheeded To […]

This, with a face Like a mashed blood orange That suddenly Would get eyes And look up and scream War! […]

The half-stripped trees Struck by a wind together, Bending all, The leaves flutter drily And refuse to let go Or […]

Oh, black Persian cat! Was not your life Already cursed with offspring? We took you for rest to that old […]

I lie here thinking of you:- The stain of love Is upon the world! Yellow, yellow, yellow It eats into […]

Here it is spring again And I still a young man! I am late at my singing. The sparrow with […]