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William Carlos Williams

William Carlos Williams

Arrival

And yet one arrives somehow,
finds himself loosening the hooks of
her dress
in a strange bedroom—
feels the autumn
dropping its silk and linen leaves
about her ankles.
The tawdry veined body emerges
twisted upon itself
like a winter wind . . .!

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Libertad! Igualdad! Fraternidad!

You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! —if we were rich
The Thing

Each time it rings I think it is for me but it is not for me nor for anyone it merely
To a Friend Concerning Several Ladies

You know there is not much that I desire, a few chrysanthemum… half lying on the grass, yellow and brown and white, the talk of a few people, the trees,
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Spring and All

By the road to the contagious hosp… under the surge of the blue mottled clouds driven from the northeast—a cold wind. Beyond, the waste of broad, muddy fields
The Red Wheelbarrow

so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain
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On poems as machines made out of words

To make two bold statements: There’s nothing sentimental about a machine, and: A poem is a small (or large) machine made out of words. When I say there’s nothing sentimental about a poe...
El Hombre

It’s a strange courage you give me ancient star: Shine alone in the sunrise toward which you lend no part!
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On Gay Wallpaper

The green-blue ground is ruled with silver lines to say the sun is shining And on this moral sea of grass or dreams lie flowers
The rose is obsolete...

The rose is obsolete but each petal ends in an edge, the double facet cementing the grooved columns of air—The edge
“Libertad! Igualdad! Fraternidad!”

You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! —if we were rich
The Dance

When the snow falls the flakes spi… that concerns them most intimately two and two to make a dance the mind dances with itself, taking you by the hand,
The Yachts

contend in a sea which the land pa… shielding them from the too—heavy… of an ungoverned ocean which when… tortures the biggest hulls, the be… to pit against its beatings, and s…
Complete Destruction

It was an icy day. We buried the cat, then took her box and set fire to it in the back yard.
The Birds

The world begins again! Not wholly insufflated the blackbirds in the rain upon the dead topbranches of the living tree,
Nantucket

Flowers through the window lavender and yellow changed by white curtains— Smell of cleanliness— Sunshine of late afternoon—



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