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 Young Housewife
At ten AM the young housewifemoves about in negligee behindthe wooden walls of her husband’s house.I pass solitary in my car.Then again she comes to..
© William Carlos Williams
Smell
Oh strong-ridged and deeply hollowednose of mine! what will you not be smelling?What tactless asses we are, you and I, boney nose,always..
© William Carlos Williams
Daisy
The dayseye hugging the earthin August, ha! Spring isgone down in purple,weeds stand high in the corn,the rainbeaten furrowis clotted with sorreland..
© William Carlos Williams
Complaint
They call me and I go.It is a frozen roadpast midnight, a dustof snow caughtin the rigid wheeltracks.The door opens.I smile, enter andshake off the..
© William Carlos Williams
April
If you had come away with meinto another statewe had been quiet together.But there the sun coming upout of the nothing beyond the lake wastoo low in..
© William Carlos Williams
Thursday
I have had my dream- like others-and it has come to nothing, so thatI remain now carelesslywith feet planted on the groundand look up at the..
© William Carlos Williams
Between Walls
the back wingsof thehospital wherenothingwill grow liecindersIn which shinethe brokenpieces of a greenbottle
© William Carlos Williams
Blueflags
I stopped the carto let the children downwhere the streets endin the sunat the marsh edgeand the reeds beginand there are small housesfacing the..
© William Carlos Williams
Spring And All
By the road to the contagious hospitalunder the surge of the bluemottled clouds driven from thenortheast -- a cold wind. Beyond, thewaste of broad..
© William Carlos Williams
A Celebration
A middle-northern March, now as always--gusts from the South broken against cold winds--but from under, as if a slow hand lifted a tide,it moves--not..
© William Carlos Williams
Asphodel, That Greeny Flower
Of asphodel, that greeny flower,like a buttercupupon its branching stem-save that it's green and wooden-I come, my sweet,to sing to you.We lived long..
© William Carlos Williams
Landscape With The Fall Of Icarus
According to Brueghelwhen Icarus fellit was springa farmer was ploughinghis fieldthe whole pageantryof the year wasawake tinglingnearthe edge of the..
© William Carlos Williams
Approach Of Winter
The half-stripped treesstruck by a wind together,bending all,the leaves flutter drilyand refuse to let goor driven like hailstream bitterly out to..
© William Carlos Williams
Arrival
And yet one arrives somehow,finds himself loosening the hooks ofher dressin a strange bedroom--feels the autumndropping its silk and linen..
© William Carlos Williams
A Goodnight
Go to sleep- though of course you will not-to tideless waves thundering slantwise againststrong embankments, rattle and swish of spraydashed thirty..
© William Carlos Williams
Complete Destruction
It was an icy day.We buried the cat,then took her boxand set fire to itin the back yard.Those fleas that escapedearth and firedied by the cold.
© William Carlos Williams
Danse Russe
If I when my wife is sleepingand the baby and Kathleenare sleepingand the sun is a flame-white discin silken mistsabove shining trees,—if I in my..
© William Carlos Williams
Blizzard
Snow falls:years of anger followinghours that float idly down --the blizzarddrifts its weightdeeper and deeper for three daysor sixty years, eh?..
© William Carlos Williams
Dawn
Ecstatic bird songs poundthe hollow vastness of the skywith metallic clinkings--beating color up into itat a far edge,--beating it, beating itwith..
© William Carlos Williams
"Libertad! Igualdad! Fraternidad!"
You sullen pig of a manyou force me into the mudwith your stinking ash-cart!Brother!--if we were richwe'd stick our chests outand hold our heads..
© William Carlos Williams
A Sort Of A Song
Let the snake wait underhis weedand the writingbe of words, slow and quick, sharpto strike, quiet to wait,sleepless.-- through metaphor to..
© William Carlos Williams
The Red Wheelbarrow
so much dependsupona red wheelbarrowglazed with rainwaterbeside the whitechickens.
© William Carlos Williams
This Is Just To Say
I have eatenthe plumsthat were inthe iceboxand whichyou were probablysavingfor breakfastForgive methey were deliciousso sweetand so cold
© William Carlos Williams
Short Poems
1. “Sweetheart”You are the sweetnessTo my bitter daysYour love completes meIn every single way2. “Forever Mine”On Sweetest Day, my love,I offer you..
© Sweetest Day
Sweetest Day
On this day of sweetest delights,The world is filled with precious sights.Bouquets of flowers, boxes of treats,The air is filled with love that..
© Sweetest Day