The Adoration of the Kings by William Carlos Williams From the Nativity which I have already celebrated the Babe in its Mother’s arms the Wise Men in their stolen splendor
It Is a Living Coral by William Carlos Williams a trouble archaically fettered to produce E Pluribus Unum an island
The Dance by William Carlos Williams 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
Haymaking by William Carlos Williams The living quality of the man’s mind stands out and its covert assertions for art, art, art!
To Waken an Old Lady by William Carlos Williams Old age is a flight of small cheeping birds skimming bare trees
The Disputants by William Carlos Williams Upon the table in their bowl in violent disarray of yellow sprays, green spikes of leaves, red pointed petals and curled heads of blue
April by William Carlos Williams 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
Complaint by William Carlos Williams They call me and I go. It is a frozen road past midnight, a dust of snow caught in the rigid wheeltracks.
Asphodel, That Greeny Flower by William Carlos Williams Of asphodel, that greeny flower, like a buttercup upon its branching stem– save that it’s green and wooden– I come, my sweet,
Kora in Hell: Improvisations I by William Carlos Williams Fools have big wombs. For the res For what it’s worth: Jacob Lousli Talk as you will, say: “No woman '—'—'—'—'—'— In Holland at daybreak, of a fine