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William Carlos Williams

William Carlos Williams

For Viola: De Gustibus

Beloved you are
Caviar of Caviar
Of all I love you best
O my Japanese bird nest
No herring from Norway
Can touch you for flavor. Nay
Pimento itself
is flat as an empty shelf
When compared to your piquancy
   O quince of my despondency.

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Other works by William Carlos Williams...
The Wanderer

Even in the time when as yet I had no certain knowledge of her She sprang from the nest, a young… Whose first flight circled the for… I know now how then she showed me
 1
Poem (As the Cat)

As the cat climbed over the top of the jamcloset first the right
Peasant head, by Pieter Brueghel the Elder
To a Poor Old Woman

munching a plum on the street a paper bag of them in her hand They taste good to her They taste good
 2
The Turtle

Not because of his eyes, the eyes of a bird, but because he is beaked, birdlike, to do an injury, has the turtle attracted you.
Light Hearted Author

The birches are mad with green poi… the wood’s edge is burning with th… burning, seething—No, no, no. The birches are opening their leav… by one. Their delicate leaves unfo…
 1
Song

beauty is a shell from the sea where she rules triumphant till love has had its way with her scallops and
The Thing

Each time it rings I think it is for me but it is not for me nor for anyone it merely
Liberty, Equality, Fraternity, by Shepard Fairey
“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
 1
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 Widow’s Lament in Springtime

Sorrow is my own yard where the new grass flames as it has flamed often before but not with the cold fire
The Milkmaid, by Johannes Vermeer
The Young Housewife

At ten AM the young housewife moves about in negligee behind the wooden walls of her husband’s… I pass solitary in my car. Then again she comes to the curb
 1
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
Kora in Hell: Improvisations XVII

Little round moon up there—wait awhile—do not walk so quickly. I could sing you a song—: Wine clear the sky is and the stars no bigger than sparks! Wait for me and next winter we’ll bui...
The Spouts

In this world of as fine a pair of breasts as ever I saw the fountain in Madison Square
St. Francis Einstein of the Daffodils

"Sweet land" at last! out of sea— the Venusremembering wavelets rippling with laughter—



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