Asphodel, That Greeny Flower (William Carlos Williams Poems)
Of asphodel, that greeny flower,like a buttercupupon its branching stem-save that it's green and wooden-I come, my sweet,to sing to ...
Of asphodel, that greeny flower,like a buttercupupon its branching stem-save that it's green and wooden-I come, my sweet,to sing to ...
This, with a face like a mashed blood orange that suddenly would get eyes and look up and scream War! ...
Here it is spring again and I still a young man! I am late at my singing. The sparrow with ...
At ten AM the young housewife moves about in negligee behind the wooden walls of her husband's house. I pass ...
The whole process is a lie, unless, crowned by excess, It break forcefully, one way or another, from its confinement- ...
Of asphodel, that greeny flower, like a buttercup upon its branching stem- save that it's green and wooden- I come, ...
A middle-northern March, now as always- gusts from the South broken against cold winds- but from under, as if a ...
Tracks of rain and light linger in the spongy greens of a nature whose flickering mountain-bulging nearer, ebbing back into ...
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