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 ...
IThis is a schoolyardcrowdedwith childrenof all ages near a villageon a small streammeandering bywhere some boysare swimmingbare-assor climbing a tree ...
The dayseye hugging the earthin August, ha! Spring isgone down in purple,weeds stand high in the corn,the rainbeaten furrowis clotted ...
I stopped the carto let the children downwhere the streets endin the sunat the marsh edgeand the reeds beginand there ...
If you had come away with meinto another statewe had been quiet together.But there the sun coming upout of the ...
You sullen pig of a manyou force me into the mudwith your stinking ash-cart!Brother!--if we were richwe'd stick our chests ...
A three-day-long rain from the east--an terminable talking, talkingof no consequence--patter, patter, patter.Hand in hand little windsblow the thin streams ...
Why do I write today?The beauty ofthe terrible facesof our nonentitesstirs me to it:colored womenday workers-old and experienced-returning home at ...
A power-housein the shape ofa red brick chair90 feet highon the seat of whichsit the figuresof two metalstacks--aluminum--commanding an areaof ...
And yet one arrives somehow,finds himself loosening the hooks ofher dressin a strange bedroom--feels the autumndropping its silk and linen ...
I gottabuy me a newgirdle.(I'll buyyou one) O.K.(I wishyou'd wig-gle that wayfor me,I'd bea happy man)I GOTTAwig-gle for this.(You pig)(William ...
the back wingsof thehospital wherenothingwill grow liecindersIn which shinethe brokenpieces of a greenbottle(William Carlos Williams)
There they were stuck dog and bitch halving the compass Then when with his yip they parted oh how frolicsome ...
It is a willow when summer is over, a willow by the river from which no leaf has fallen nor ...
I think I have never been so exalted As I am now by you, O frost bitten blossoms, That are ...
Each time it rings I think it is for me but it is not for me nor for anyone it ...
A rumpled sheet Of brown paper About the length And apparent bulk Of a man was Rolling with the Wind ...
Tracks of rain and light linger in the spongy greens of a nature whose flickering mountain-bulging nearer, ebbing back into ...
Go to sleep-though of course you will not- to tideless waves thundering slantwise against strong embankments, rattle and swish of ...
I bought a dishmop- having no daughter- for they had twisted fine ribbons of shining copper about white twine and ...
This, with a face like a mashed blood orange that suddenly would get eyes and look up and scream War! ...
Your thighs are appletrees whose blossoms touch the sky. Which sky? The sky where Watteau hung a lady's slipper. Your ...
Of asphodel, that greeny flower, like a buttercup upon its branching stem- save that it's green and wooden- I come, ...
Brother Paul! look! -but he rushes to a different window. The moon! I heard shrieks and thought: What's that? That's ...
Among the rain and lights I saw the figure 5 in gold on a red firetruck moving tense unheeded to ...
It's all in the sound. A song. Seldom a song. It should be a song-made of particulars, wasps, a gentian-something ...
You know there is not much that I desire, a few chrysanthemums half lying on the grass, yellow and brown ...
I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfast Forgive me ...
The crowd at the ball game is moved uniformly by a spirit of uselessness which delights them- all the exciting ...
I will teach you my townspeople how to perform a funeral for you have it over a troop of artists- ...
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