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William Carlos Williams

William Carlos Williams

Youth and Beauty

I bought a dish mop—
having no daughter—
for they had twisted
fine ribbons of shining copper
about white twine
and made a tousled head
of it, fastened it
upon a turned ash stick
slender at the neck
straight, tall—
when tied upright
on the brass wallbracket
to be a light for me
and naked
as a girl should seem
to her father.

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Altre opere di 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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At the Ball Game

The crowd at the ball game is moved uniformly by a spirit of uselessness which delights them— all the exciting detail
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…
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.
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…
Apology

Why do I write today? The beauty of the terrible faces of our nonentites stirs me to it:
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!
Daisy

The dayseye hugging the earth in August, ha! Spring is gone down in purple, weeds stand high in the corn, the rainbeaten furrow
This Is Just to Say

I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which
The campesina dance, by Pieter Bruegel the Elder
The Dance

In Brueghel’s great picture, The… the dancers go round, they go roun… around, the squeal and the blare a… tweedle of bagpipes, a bugle and f… tipping their bellies (round as th…
Portrait of a Lady

Your thighs are appletrees whose blossoms touch the sky. Which sky? The sky where Watteau hung a lady’s slipper. Your knees
The Hunter in the Snow

The over-all picture is winter icy mountains in the background the return from the hunt it is toward evening from the left
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
January

Again I reply to the triple winds running chromatic fifths of derisi… outside my window: Play louder. You will not succeed. I am
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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