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William Carlos Williams

William Carlos Williams

Nantucket

Flowers through the window
lavender and yellow
 
changed by white curtains—
Smell of cleanliness—
 
Sunshine of late afternoon—
On the glass tray
 
a glass pitcher, the tumbler
turned down, by which
 
a key is lying– And the
immaculate white bed

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Otras obras de William Carlos Williams...
A Love Song

What have I to say to you When we shall meet? Yet— I lie here thinking of you. The stain of love
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The Thinker

My wife’s new pink slippers have gay pompons. There is not a spot or a stain on their satin toes or their sides… All night they lie together
Sympathetic Portrait of a Child

The murderer’s little daughter who is barely ten years old jerks her shoulders right and left so as to catch a glimpse of me
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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Dedication for a Plot of Ground

This plot of ground facing the waters of this inlet is dedicated to the living presenc… Emily Dickinson Wellcome who was born in England; married;
On a Proposed Trip South

They tell me on the morrow I must… This winter eyrie for a southern f… And truth to tell I tremble with… At thought of such unheralded repr… E’er have I known December in a w…
To a Friend

Well, Lizzie Anderson! seventeen… the baby hard to find a father for… What will the good Father in Heav… to the local judge if he do not so… A little two-pointed smile and—pou…
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
AprÈS Le Bain

I gotta buy me a new girdle. (I’ll buy you one) O.K.
Landscape With the Fall of Icarus

According to Brueghel when Icarus fell it was spring a farmer was ploughing his field
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.
Kora in Hell: Improvisations VII

It is still warm enough to slip from the weeds into the lake’s edge, your clothes blushing in the grass and three small boys grinning behind the derelict hearth’s side. But summer...
Impromptu: The Suckers

Take it out in vile whisky, take i… in lifting your skirts to show you… crotches; it is this that is inten… You are it. Your pleas will alway… You too will always go up with the…
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.
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Complaint

They call me and I go. It is a frozen road past midnight, a dust of snow caught in the rigid wheeltracks.



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