Section: «Poems»

Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings: artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.); a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").

Winter Trees

All the complicated detailsof the attiring andthe disattiring are completed!A liquid moonmoves gently amongthe long branches.Thus having prepared..

© William Carlos Williams

Backward

A three-day-long rain from the east--an terminable talking, talkingof no consequence--patter, patter, patter.Hand in hand little windsblow the thin..

© William Carlos Williams

To Waken An Old Lady

Old age isa flight of smallcheeping birdsskimmingbare treesabove a snow glaze.Gaining and failingthey are buffetedby a dark wind --But what?On harsh..

© William Carlos Williams

Poem (As The Cat)

As the catclimbed overthe top ofthe jamclosetfirst the rightforefootcarefullythen the hindstepped downinto the pit ofthe emptyflowerpotAnonymous..

© William Carlos Williams

Youth And Beauty

I bought a dishmop--having no daughter--for they had twistedfine ribbons of shining copperabout white twineand made a tousled headof it, fastened..

© William Carlos Williams

AprÈS Le Bain

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 Carlos Williams

The Young Housewife

At ten AM the young housewifemoves about in negligee behindthe wooden walls of her husband’s house.I pass solitary in my car.Then again she comes to..

© William Carlos Williams

Smell

Oh strong-ridged and deeply hollowednose of mine! what will you not be smelling?What tactless asses we are, you and I, boney nose,always..

© William Carlos Williams

Daisy

The dayseye hugging the earthin August, ha! Spring isgone down in purple,weeds stand high in the corn,the rainbeaten furrowis clotted with sorreland..

© William Carlos Williams

Complaint

They call me and I go.It is a frozen roadpast midnight, a dustof snow caughtin the rigid wheeltracks.The door opens.I smile, enter andshake off the..

© William Carlos Williams

April

If you had come away with meinto another statewe had been quiet together.But there the sun coming upout of the nothing beyond the lake wastoo low in..

© William Carlos Williams

Thursday

I have had my dream- like others-and it has come to nothing, so thatI remain now carelesslywith feet planted on the groundand look up at the..

© William Carlos Williams

Between Walls

the back wingsof thehospital wherenothingwill grow liecindersIn which shinethe brokenpieces of a greenbottle

© William Carlos Williams

Blueflags

I stopped the carto let the children downwhere the streets endin the sunat the marsh edgeand the reeds beginand there are small housesfacing the..

© William Carlos Williams

Spring And All

By the road to the contagious hospitalunder the surge of the bluemottled clouds driven from thenortheast -- a cold wind. Beyond, thewaste of broad..

© William Carlos Williams

A Celebration

A middle-northern March, now as always--gusts from the South broken against cold winds--but from under, as if a slow hand lifted a tide,it moves--not..

© William Carlos Williams

Asphodel, That Greeny Flower

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 you.We lived long..

© William Carlos Williams

Landscape With The Fall Of Icarus

According to Brueghelwhen Icarus fellit was springa farmer was ploughinghis fieldthe whole pageantryof the year wasawake tinglingnearthe edge of the..

© William Carlos Williams

Approach Of Winter

The half-stripped treesstruck by a wind together,bending all,the leaves flutter drilyand refuse to let goor driven like hailstream bitterly out to..

© William Carlos Williams

Arrival

And yet one arrives somehow,finds himself loosening the hooks ofher dressin a strange bedroom--feels the autumndropping its silk and linen..

© William Carlos Williams

A Goodnight

Go to sleep- though of course you will not-to tideless waves thundering slantwise againststrong embankments, rattle and swish of spraydashed thirty..

© William Carlos Williams

Complete Destruction

It was an icy day.We buried the cat,then took her boxand set fire to itin the back yard.Those fleas that escapedearth and firedied by the cold.

© William Carlos Williams

Danse Russe

If I when my wife is sleepingand the baby and Kathleenare sleepingand the sun is a flame-white discin silken mistsabove shining trees,—if I in my..

© William Carlos Williams

Blizzard

Snow falls:years of anger followinghours that float idly down --the blizzarddrifts its weightdeeper and deeper for three daysor sixty years, eh?..

© William Carlos Williams

Dawn

Ecstatic bird songs poundthe hollow vastness of the skywith metallic clinkings--beating color up into itat a far edge,--beating it, beating itwith..

© William Carlos Williams