William Carlos Williams (Sep 17, 1883 - Mar 04, 1963)


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Poems by William Carlos Williams
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A middle-northern March, now as always—
gusts from the South broken against cold winds—
but from under, as if a slow hand lifted a tide,

ALL those treasures that lie in the little bolted b …
Mightier than the room of the stars, being secret a …
All those treasures—I hold t...

I've fond anticipation of a day
O'erfilled with pure diversion presently,
For I must read a lady poesy

WHERE shall I find you—
You, my grotesque fellows
That I seek everywhere

It is a willow when summer is over,
a willow by the river
from which no leaf has fallen nor

When I am alone I am happy.
The air is cool. The sky is
flecked and splashed and wound