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William Carlos Williams

William Carlos Williams

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THERE is a bird in the poplars—  
It is the sun!  
The leaves are little yellow fish  
Swimming in the river;  
The bird skims above them—      
Day is on his wings.  
Phoenix!  
It is he that is making  
The great gleam among the poplars.  
It is his singing          
Outshines the noise  
Of leaves clashing in the wind.

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Otras obras de William Carlos Williams...
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
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A purple iris flower
“Iris,”

a burst of iris so that come down for breakfast we searched through the rooms for
 1
Spring and All: by the road to the contagious hospital

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

Yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow! It is not a color. It is summer! It is the wind on a willow, the lap of waves, the shadow
Overture to a Dance of Locomotives

Men with picked voices chant the n… of cities in a huge gallery: promi… that pull through descending stair… to a deep rumbling. The rubbing feet
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
Nantucket

Flowers through the window lavender and yellow changed by white curtains— Smell of cleanliness— Sunshine of late afternoon—
The Wedding Dance in the Open Air

Disciplined by the artist to go round and round in holiday gear a riotously gay rabble of
The Disputants

Upon the table in their bowl in violent disarray of yellow sprays, green spikes of leaves, red pointed petals and curled heads of blue
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.
From Book I, Paterson

Paterson lies in the valley under… its spent waters forming the outli… lies on his right side, head near… of the waters filling his dreams!… his dreams walk about the city whe…
To a Solitary Disciple

Rather notice, mon cher, that the moon is titled above the point of the steeple than that its color
 2
Blueflags

I stopped the car to let the children down where the streets end in the sun at the marsh edge
The Gentle Man

I feel the caress of my own finger… on my own neck as I place my colla… and think pityingly of the kind women I have known.
Light Hearted William

Light hearted William twirled his November moustaches and, half dressed, looked from the bedroom window upon the spring weather.



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