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William Carlos Williams

William Carlos Williams

The Rewaking

Sooner or later
we must come to the end
of striving
 
to re-establish
the image the image of
the rose
 
but not yet
you say extending the
time indefinitely
 
by your love until a whole
spring
 
rekindle
the violet to the very
lady’s-slipper
 
and so by
your love the very sun
itself is revived

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Altre opere di William Carlos Williams...
Children’s Games

This is a schoolyard crowded with children of all ages near a village on a small stream
To Mark Anthony in Heaven

This quiet morning light reflected, how many times from grass and tress and clouds enters my north room touching the walls with
Landscape With the Fall of Icarus

According to Brueghel when Icarus fell it was spring a farmer was ploughing his field
Nantucket

Flowers through the window lavender and yellow changed by white curtains— Smell of cleanliness— Sunshine of late afternoon—
The Locust Tree in Flower

Among of green stiff old
 3
Election Day

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

A middle-northern March, now as a… gusts from the South broken agains… but from under, as if a slow hand… it moves—not into April—into a sec… the old skin of wind-clear scales…
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…
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
A man dancing with a dog, by Unknown artist
Danse Russe

If when my wife is sleeping and the baby and Kathleen are sleeping and the sun is a flame-white disc in silken mists
 3
Thursday

I have had my dream—like others— and it has come to nothing, so tha… I remain now carelessly with feet planted on the ground and look up at the sky—
 1
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
Kora in Hell: Improvisations XI

Why pretend to remember the weather two years back? Why not? Listen close then repeat after others what they have just said and win a reputation for vivacity. Oh feed upon petals o...
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
Kora in Hell: Improvisations XIV

The brutal Lord of All will rip us from each other—leave the one to suffer here alone. No need belief in god or hell to postulate that much. The dance: hands touching, leaves touch...



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