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Poem of the Day: The Hurricane

Posted in poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, william carlos williams, words, Write, Writer, writing on 08/28/2011| Leave a Comment »

The tree lay down
on the garage roof
and stretched, You
have your heaven,
it said, go to it.

-William Carlos Williams

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Poem of the Day: A Sort of Song

Posted in poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, william carlos williams, words, Write, writing on 03/25/2011| Leave a Comment »

Let the snake wait under
his weed
and the writing
be of words, slow and quick, sharp
to strike, quiet to wait,
sleepless.
— through metaphor to reconcile
the people and the stones.
Compose. (No ideas
but in things) Invent!
Saxifrage is my flower that splits
the rocks.

-William Carlos Williams

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Poem of the Day: Danse Russe

Posted in Danse Russe, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, william carlos williams, Write, Writer on 05/21/2007| Leave a Comment »

Danse Russe

If when my wife is sleeping
and the baby and Kathleen
are sleeping
and the sun is a flame-white disc
in silken mists
above shining trees,-
if I in my north room
dance naked, grotesquely
before my mirror
waving my shirt round my head
and singing softly to myself:
“I am lonely, lonely,
I was born to be lonely,
I am best so!”
If I admire my arms, my face,
my shoulders, flanks, buttocks
against the yellow drawn shades,-

Who shall say I am not
the happy genius of my household?

-William Carlos Williams

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Poem of the Day: The Red Wheelbarrow

Posted in poem of the day, the red wheelbarrow, william carlos williams, Write, Writer on 04/08/2007| 1 Comment »

The Red Wheelbarrow

so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens.

-William Carlos Williams

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