Showing posts with label William Carlos Williams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label William Carlos Williams. Show all posts

Monday, July 29, 2013

The Artist

Mr. T.
     bareheaded
          in a soiled undershirt
his hair standing out
     on all sides
          stood on his toes
heels together
     arms gracefully
          for the moment
curled above his head.
     Then he whirled about
          bounded
into the air
     and with an entrechat
          perfectly achieved
completed the figure.
     My mother
          taken by surprise
where she sat
     in her invalid's chair
          was left speechless.
Bravo! she cried at last
     and clapped her hands.
          The man's wife
came from the kitchen:
     What goes on here? she said.
          But the show was over.

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by William Carlos Williams, 1954

Monday, October 15, 2012

The Attic Which Is Desire

the  unused  tent
of

bare  beams
beyond  which

directly  wait
the  night

and  day  -
Here

from  the  street
by

  * * *
  * S *
  * O *
  * D *
  * A *
  * * *

ringed  with
running  lights

the  darkened
pane

exactly
down  the  center

is
transfixed

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by William Carlos Williams, 1930

Monday, March 5, 2012

The Great Figure

Among the rain
and lights
I saw the figure 5
in gold
on a red
firetruck
moving
tense
unheeded
to gong clangs
siren howls
and wheels rumbling
through the dark city.

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William Carlos Williams, 1921






"The Figure 5 in Gold"
by Charles Demuth, 1928
inspired by this William Carlos Williams poem

Monday, March 28, 2011

This Is Just to Say

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

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by William Carlos Williams