Poeticous Logo
en
English Español Français Italiano
William Carlos Williams

William Carlos Williams

Blizzard

Snow falls:
years of anger following
hours that float idly down —
the blizzard
drifts its weight
deeper and deeper for three days
or sixty years, eh? Then
the sun! a clutter of
yellow and blue flakes —
Hairy looking trees stand out
in long alleys
over a wild solitude.
The man turns and there —
his solitary track stretched out
upon the world.

#Americans #Modernism #XXCentury Fere Verse

Enjoyed this read? Treat us to a coffee!.
Your help allows us to exist.
Other works by William Carlos Williams...
To Waken an Old Lady

Old age is a flight of small cheeping birds skimming bare trees
Apology

Why do I write today? The beauty of the terrible faces of our nonentites stirs me to it:
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
“Libertad! Igualdad! Fraternidad!”

You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! —if we were rich
The Red Wheelbarrow

so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain
 2
The Lonely Street

School is over. It is too hot to walk at ease. At ease in light frocks they walk the stre… to while the time away. They have grown tall. They hold
To Elsie

The pure products of America go crazy— mountain folk from Kentucky or the ribbed north end of Jersey
 5
The Adoration of the Kings

From the Nativity which I have already celebrated the Babe in its Mother’s arms the Wise Men in their stolen splendor
The Locust Tree in Flower

Among of green stiff old
 3
Heel & Toe to the End

Gagarin says, in ecstasy, he could have gone on forever he floated ate and sang
The Catholic Bells

Tho’ I’m no Catholic I listen hard when the bells in the yellow—brick tower of their new church ring down the leaves
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
Queen-Anne’s Lace

Her body is not so white as anemone petals nor so smooth ——nor so remote a thing. It is a field of the wild carrot taking the field by force; the grass
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…
Kora in Hell: Improvisations XXII

This is a slight stiff dance to a waking baby whose arms have been lying curled back above his head upon the pillow, making a flower—the eyes closed. Dead to the world! Waking is a...



Top