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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

#Americans #Modernism #XXCentury

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Overture to a Dance of Locomotives

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Young Woman at a Window

She sits with tears on her cheek her cheek on her hand
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Great Mullen

One leaves his leaves at home beomg a mullen and sends up a ligh… to peer from: I will have my way, yellow—A mast with a lantern, ten fifty, a hundred, smaller and smal…
Complete Destruction

It was an icy day. We buried the cat, then took her box and set fire to it in the back yard.
Play

Subtle, clever brain, wiser than… by what devious means do you contr… to remain idle? Teach me, O maste…
Smell

Oh strong—ridged and deeply hollow… nose of mine! what will you not be… What tactless asses we are, you an… always indiscriminate, always unas… and now it is the souring flowers…
Peasant Wedding

Pour the wine bridegroom where before you the bride is enthroned her hair loose at her temples a head of ripe wheat is on
April

If you had come away with me into another state we had been quiet together. But there the sun coming up out of the nothing beyond the lake…
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…
El Hombre

It’s a strange courage you give me ancient star: Shine alone in the sunrise toward which you lend no part!
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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
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As the cat climbed over the top of the jamcloset first the right
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THE ARCHER is wake! The Swan is flying! Gold against blue An Arrow is lying. There is hunting in heaven—
Kora in Hell: Improvisations II

Why go further? One might conceivably rectify the rhythm, study all out and arrive at the perfection of a tiger lily or a china doorknob. One might lift all out of the ruck, be a worthy...
“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



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