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)
At ten AM the young housewife moves about in negligee behind the wooden walls of her husband's house. I pass ...
All the complicated details of the attiring and the disattiring are completed! A liquid moon moves gently among the long ...
I gotta buy me a new girdle. (I'll buy you one) O.K. (I wish you'd wig- gle that way for ...
Some leaves hang late, some fall before the first frost-so goes the tale of winter branches and old bones. (William ...
According to Brueghel when Icarus fell it was spring a farmer was ploughing his field the whole pageantry of the ...
A day on the boulevards chosen out of ten years of student poverty! One best day out of ten good ...
It was an icy day. We buried the cat, then took her box and set fire to it in the ...
Cut the bank for the fill. Dump sand pumped out of the river into the old swale killing whatever was ...
The whole process is a lie, unless, crowned by excess, It break forcefully, one way or another, from its confinement- ...
The little sparrows hop ingenuously about the pavement quarreling with sharp voices over those things that interest them. But we ...
Vast and grey, the sky is a simulacrum to all but him whose days are vast and grey and- In ...
The birches are mad with green points the wood's edge is burning with their green, burning, seething-No, no, no. The ...
Sorrow is my own yard where the new grass flames as it has flamed often before but not with the ...
The pure products of America go crazy- mountain folk from Kentucky or the ribbed north end of Jersey with its ...
It is cold. The white moon is up among her scattered stars- like the bare thighs of the Police Sergeant's ...
Upon the table in their bowl in violent disarray of yellow sprays, green spikes of leaves, red pointed petals and ...
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 ...
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