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William Carlos Williams

William Carlos Williams

Classic Scene

A power-house
in the shape of
a red brick chair
90 feet high
 
on the seat of which
sit the figures
of two metal
stacks—aluminum—
 
commanding an area
of squalid shacks
side by side—
from one of which
 
buff smoke
streams while under
a grey sky
the other remains
 
passive today—

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Otras obras de William Carlos Williams...
To a Solitary Disciple

Rather notice, mon cher, that the moon is titled above the point of the steeple than that its color
 2
Portrait of a Woman at Her Bath

It is a satisfaction a joy to have one of those in the house. when she takes a bath
 1
Heel & Toe to the End

Gagarin says, in ecstasy, he could have gone on forever he floated at and sang
Asphodel, That Greeny Flower [excerpt]

Of asphodel, that greeny flower, like a buttercup upon its branching stem— save that it’s green and wooden— I come, my sweet,
Sonnet in Search of an Author

Nude bodies like peeled logs sometimes give off a sweetest odor, man and woman under the trees in full excess matching the cushion of
Sicilian Emigrant’€™s Song

O’€”eh’€”lee! La’€”la! Donna! Donna! Blue is the sky of Palermo; Blue is the little bay; And dost thou remember the orange…
Love

Love is twain, it is not single, Gold and silver mixed to one, Passion '€˜tis and pain which ming… Glist’ring then for aye undone. Pain it is not; wondering pity
Willow

It is a willow when summer is over… a willow by the river from which no leaf has fallen nor bitten by the sun turned orange or crimson.
 1
The Uses of Poetry

I’ve fond anticipation of a day O’erfilled with pure diversion pre… For I must read a lady poesy The while we glide by many a leafy… Hid deep in rushes, where at rando…
 1
Memory of April

You say love is this, love is that… Poplar tassels, willow tendrils the wind and the rain comb, tinkle and drip, tinkle and drip— branches drifting apart. Hagh!
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,
 1
Proletarian Poet

A big young bareheaded woman in an apron Her hair slicked back standing on the street One stockinged foot toeing
The Adoration of the Kings

From the Nativity which I have already celebrated the Babe in its Mother’s arms the Wise Men in their stolen splendor
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…
Election Day

Warm sun, quiet air an old man sits in the doorway of a broken house— boards for windows



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