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William Carlos Williams

William Carlos Williams

Winter Trees

All the complicated details
of the attiring and
the disattiring are completed!
A liquid moon
moves gently among
the long branches.
Thus having prepared their buds
against a sure winter
the wise trees
stand sleeping in the cold.

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Sicilian Emigrant’s Song

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St. Francis Einstein of the Daffodils

"Sweet land" at last! out of sea— the Venusremembering wavelets rippling with laughter—
A purple iris flower
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a burst of iris so that come down for breakfast we searched through the rooms for
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Transitional

First he said: It is the woman in us That makes us write– Let us acknowledge it– Men would be silent.
To a Solitary Disciple

Rather notice, mon cher, that the moon is titled above the point of the steeple than that its color
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Epitaph

An old willow with hollow branches slowly swayed his few high gright… and sang: Love is a young green willow shimmering at the bare wood’s edge…
A Sort of a Song

Let the snake wait under his weed and the writing be of words, slow and quick, sharp to strike, quiet to wait,
Heel & Toe to the End

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

Constantly near you, I never in m… sixty-four years knew you so well… or half so well. We talked. you we… so lucid, so disengaged from all e… of place and time. We talked of ou…
The Poem

It’s all in the sound. A song. Seldom a song. It should be a song—made of particulars, wasps,
A man dancing with a dog, by Unknown artist
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If when my wife is sleeping and the baby and Kathleen are sleeping and the sun is a flame-white disc in silken mists
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Complaint

They call me and I go. It is a frozen road past midnight, a dust of snow caught in the rigid wheeltracks.
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…
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…
The Red Wheelbarrow

so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain
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