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").
Young Woman At A Window
She sits withtears onher cheekher cheek onher handthe childin her laphis nosepressedto the glass
© William Carlos Williams
The Shadow
Soft as the bed in the earthWhere a stone has lain—So soft, so smooth and so cool,Spring closes me inWith her arms and her hands.Rich as the smellOf..
© William Carlos Williams
Metric Figure
There is a bird in the poplars!It is the sun!The leaves are little yellow fishswimming in the river.The bird skims above them,day is on his..
© William Carlos Williams
The Late Singer
Here it is spring againand I still a young man!I am late at my singing.The sparrow with the black rain on his breasthas been at his cadenzas for two..
© William Carlos Williams
Light Hearted Author
The birches are mad with green pointsthe wood's edge is burning with their green,burning, seething--No, no, no.The birches are opening their leaves..
© William Carlos Williams
To A Friend Concerning Several Ladies
You know there is not muchthat I desire, a few chrysanthemumshalf lying on the grass, yellowand brown and white, thetalk of a few people, the..
© William Carlos Williams
The Dark Day
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
The Nightingales
My shoes as I leanunlacing themstand out uponflat worsted flowersunder my feet.Nimbly the shadowsof my fingers playunlacingover shoes and flowers.
© William Carlos Williams
On A Proposed Trip South
They tell me on the morrow I must leaveThis winter eyrie for a southern flightAnd truth to tell I tremble with delightAt thought of such unheralded..
© William Carlos Williams
The Desolate Field
Vast and grey, the skyis a simulacrumto all but him whose daysare vast and grey and --In the tall, dried grassesa goat stirswith nozzle searching the..
© William Carlos Williams
The Poor
By constantly tormenting themwith reminders of the lice intheir children's hair, theSchool Physician firstbrought their hatred down on him.But by..
© William Carlos Williams
Overture To A Dance Of Locomotives
Men with picked voices chant the namesof cities in a huge gallery: promisesthat pull through descending stairwaysto a deep rumbling.The rubbing..
© William Carlos Williams
Classic Scene
A power-housein the shape ofa red brick chair90 feet highon the seat of whichsit the figuresof two metalstacks--aluminum--commanding an areaof..
© William Carlos Williams
The Tulip Bed
The May sun--whomall things imitate--that glues small leaves tothe wooden treesshone from the skythrough bluegauze cloudsupon the ground.Under the..
© William Carlos Williams
March
IWinter is long in this climateand spring--a matter of a few daysonly,--a flower or two pickedfrom mud or from among wet leavesor at best against..
© William Carlos Williams
Light Hearted William
Light hearted William twirledhis November moustachesand, half dressed, lookedfrom the bedroom windowupon the spring weather.Heigh-ya! sighed he..
© William Carlos Williams
The Birds
The world begins again!Not wholly insufflatedthe blackbirds in the rainupon the dead topbranchesof the living tree,stuck fast to the low..
© William Carlos Williams
These
are the desolate, dark weekswhen nature in its barrennessequals the stupidity of man.The year plunges into nightand the heart plungeslower than..
© William Carlos Williams
The Thing
Each time it ringsI think it is forme but it isnot for me nor foranyone it merelyrings and weserve it bitterlytogether, they and I
© William Carlos Williams
The Cold Night
It is cold. The white moonis up among her scattered stars--like the bare thighs ofthe Police Sergeant's wife--amongher five children . . .No answer...
© William Carlos Williams
The Gentle Man
I feel the caress of my own fingerson my own neck as I place my collarand think pityinglyof the kind women I have known.
© William Carlos Williams
To A Friend
Well, Lizzie Anderson! seventeen men--andthe baby hard to find a father for!What will the good Father in Heaven sayto the local judge if he do not..
© William Carlos Williams
Libertad! Igualdad! Fraternidad!
You sullen pig of a manyou force me into the mudwith your stinking ash-cart!Brother!-if we were richwe'd stick our chests outand hold our heads..
© William Carlos Williams
The Lonely Street
School is over. It is too hotto walk at ease. At easein light frocks they walk the streetsto while the time away.They have grown tall. They holdpink..
© William Carlos Williams
The Spring Storm
The sky has given overits bitterness.Out of the dark changeall day longrain falls and fallsas if it would never end.Still the snow keepsits hold on..
© William Carlos Williams