Section: «Poems»

Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings: artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.); a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").

The Widow's Lament In Springtime

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..

© William Carlos Williams

Nantucket

Flowers through the windowlavender and yellowchanged by white curtains –Smell of cleanliness –Sunshine of late afternoon –On the glass traya glass..

© William Carlos Williams

Willow Poem

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..

© William Carlos Williams

Pastoral

The little sparrowshop ingenuouslyabout the pavementquarrelingwith sharp voicesover those thingsthat interest them.But we who are wisershut ourselves..

© William Carlos Williams

Portrait Of A Lady

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

© William Carlos Williams

Peace On Earth

The Archer is wake!The Swan is flying!Gold against blueAn Arrow is lying.There is hunting in heaven--Sleep safe till tomorrow.The Bears are..

© William Carlos Williams

The Thinker

My wife's new pink slippershave gay pompons.There is not a spot or a stainon their satin toes or their sides.All night they lie togetherunder her..

© William Carlos Williams

Memory Of April

You say love is this, love is that:Poplar tassels, willow tendrilsthe wind and the rain comb,tinkle and drip, tinkle and drip--branches drifting..

© William Carlos Williams

To A Poor Old Woman

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..

© William Carlos Williams

Waiting

When I am alone I am happy.The air is cool. The sky isflecked and splashed and woundwith color. The crimson phalloiof the sassafras leaveshang..

© William Carlos Williams

Children's Games

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

© William Carlos Williams

Love Song

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..

© William Carlos Williams

The Artist

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

© William Carlos Williams

The Hunter

In the flashes and black shadowsof Julythe days, locked in each other's arms,seem stillso that squirrels and colored birdsgo about at ease overthe..

© William Carlos Williams

Dedication For A Plot Of Ground

This plot of groundfacing the waters of this inletis dedicated to the living presence ofEmily Dickinson Wellcomewho was born in England; married;lost..

© William Carlos Williams

Berket And The Stars

A day on the boulevards chosen out of ten years ofstudent poverty! One best day out of ten good ones.Berket in high spirits--"Ha, oranges! Let's have..

© William Carlos Williams

Queen Anne's Lace

Her body is not so white asanemone petals nor so smooth--norso remote a thing. It is a fieldof the wild carrot takingthefield by force; the grassdoes..

© William Carlos Williams

Epitaph

An old willow with hollow branchesslowly swayed his few high gright tendrilsand sang:Love is a young green willowshimmering at the bare wood's edge.

© William Carlos Williams

The Last Words Of My English Grandmother

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

© William Carlos Williams

Winter Trees

All the complicated detailsof the attiring andthe disattiring are completed!A liquid moonmoves gently amongthe long branches.Thus having prepared..

© William Carlos Williams

Backward

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

© William Carlos Williams

To Waken An Old Lady

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

© William Carlos Williams

Poem (As The Cat)

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

© William Carlos Williams

Youth And Beauty

I bought a dishmop--having no daughter--for they had twistedfine ribbons of shining copperabout white twineand made a tousled headof it, fastened..

© William Carlos Williams

AprÈS Le Bain

I gottabuy me a newgirdle.(I'll buyyou one) O.K.(I wishyou'd wig-gle that wayfor me,I'd bea happy man)I GOTTAwig-gle for this.(You pig)

© William Carlos Williams