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William Carlos Williams

William Carlos Williams

1883-09-17 Rutherford, Nova Jérsia, EUA
1963-03-04 Rutherford, Nova Jérsia, EUA
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Some Poems

The Spouts

The Spouts
In this world of
as fine a pair of breasts
as ever I saw
the fountain in
Madison Square
spouts up of water
a white tree
that dies and lives
as the rocking water
in the basin
turns from the stonerim
back upon the jet
and rising there
reflectively drops down again.

The Artist

The Artist
Mr T.
bareheaded
in a soiled undershirt
his hair standing out
on all sides
stood on his toes
heels together
arms gracefully
for the moment
curled above his head.
Then he whirled about
bounded
into the air
and with an entrechat
perfectly achieved
completed the figure.
My mother
taken by surprise
where she sat
in her invalid's chair
was left speechless.
Bravo! she cried at last
and clapped her hands.
The man's wife
came from the kitchen:
What goes on here? she said.
But the show was over.

Après le Bain

Après le Bain
I gotta
buy me a new
girdle.
(I'll buy
you one) O.K.
(I wish
you'd wiggle
that way
for me,
I'd be
a happy man)
I GOTTA
wiggle
for this.
(You pig)

Great Mullen

Great Mullen
One leaves his leaves at home
beomg a mullen and sends up a lighthouse
to peer from: I will have my way,
yellow--A mast with a lantern, ten
fifty, a hundred, smaller and smaller
as they grow more--Liar, liar, liar!
You come from her! I can smell djer-kiss
on your clothes. Ha! you come to me,
you, I am a point of dew on a grass-stem.
Why are you sending heat down on me
from your lantern?--You are cowdung, a
dead stick with the bark off. She is
squirting on us both. She has has her
hand on you!--well?--She has defiled
ME.--Your leaves are dull, thick
and hairy.--Every hair on my body will
hold you off from me. You are a
dungcake, birdlime on a fencerail.--
I love you, straight, yellow
finger of God pointing to--her!
Liar, broken weed, dungcake, you have--
I am a cricket waving his antennae
and you are high, grey and straight. Ha!
Epitaph
An old willow with hollow branches
slowly swayed his few high gright tendrils
and sang:
Love is a young green willow
shimmering at the bare wood's edge.

Daisy

Daisy
The dayseye hugging the earth
in August, ha! Spring is
gone down in purple,
weeds stand high in the corn,
the rainbeaten furrow
is clotted with sorrel
and crabgrass, the
branch is black under
the heavy mass of the leaves--
The sun is upon a
slender green stem
ribbed lengthwise.
He lies on his back--
it is a woman also--
he regards his former
majesty and
round the yellow center,
split and creviced and done into
minute flowerheads, he sends out
his twenty rays-- a little
and the wind is among them
to grow cool there!
One turns the thing over
in his hand and looks
at it from the rear: brownedged,
green and pointed scales
armor his yellow.
But turn and turn,
the crisp petals remain
brief, translucent, greenfastened,
barely touching at the edges:
blades of limpid seashell.

Complaint

Complaint
They call me and I go.
It is a frozen road
past midnight, a dust
of snow caught
in the rigid wheeltracks.
The door opens.
I smile, enter and
shake off the cold.
Here is a great woman
on her side in the bed.
She is sick,
perhaps vomiting,
perhaps laboring
to give birth to
a tenth child. Joy! Joy!
Night is a room
darkened for lovers,
through the jalousies the sun
has sent one golden needle!
I pick the hair from her eyes
and watch her misery
with compassion.

Libertad! Igualdad! Fraternidad!

"Libertad! Igualdad! Fraternidad!"
You sullen pig of a man
you force me into the mud
with your stinking ash-cart!
Brother!
--if we were rich
we'd stick our chests out
and hold our heads high!
It is dreams that have destroyed us.
There is no more pride
in horses or in rein holding.
We sit hunched together brooding
our fate.
Well--
all things turn bitter in the end
whether you choose the right or
the left way
and--
dreams are not a bad thing.

Arrival

Arrival
And yet one arrives somehow,
finds himself loosening the hooks of
her dress
in a strange bedroom--
feels the autumn
dropping its silk and linen leaves
about her ankles.
The tawdry veined body emerges
twisted upon itself
like a winter wind . . . !
If they give you lined paper, write the other way.
-
William Carlos Williams documentary
16. William Carlos Williams
Introduction to William Carlos Williams
USA: Poetry Episode William Carlos Williams
"This Is Just To Say" William Carlos Williams recites (1934) GREATEST poem
An Explanation of "The Red Wheelbarrow" by William Carlos Williams
William Carlos Williams: 'The American Scene'
William Carlos Williams: 'No ideas but in things'
William Carlos Williams reads The Red Wheelbarrow
William Carlos Williams reading his poetry
Visual Poem: "Paterson Book I" by William Carlos Williams
This Is Just to Say - William Carlos Williams, read by Adam Driver
Allen Ginsberg class on William Carlos Williams and prosody (PART 1)
5 Poems by William Carlos Williams
Paterson: Embracing the Poetry of the Everyday
William Carlos Williams - Spring And All (By the road to the contagious hospital)
This is Just to Say by William Carlos Williams - Poem Analysis
WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS reads "The Widow's Lament in Springtime"
Helena Bonham Carter: This is Just to Say by William Carlos Williams
"The Great Figure" By William Carlos Williams
Learning Recitation: William Farley reads 'Danse Russe' by William Carlos Williams
Paterson (2016) - This Is Just To Say (William Carlos Williams)
'This is just to say' by William Carlos Williams (Poetry Analysis Video)
The Use of Force William Carlos Williams Audiobook
Pretty Words - The Red Wheelbarrow (William Carlos Williams)
Spring And All - William Carlos Williams
On William Carlos Williams 's "This is Just to Say"
William Carlos Williams In Urdu, William Carlos Williams Biography in Urdu and Hindi.
"Complete Destruction" By William Carlos Williams
"The Red Wheelbarrow" by William Carlos Williams: Analysis
The Use of Force by William Carlos Williams
The Life and Art of William Carlos Williams | practice English with Spotlight
Paterson Poet William Carlos Williams
William Carlos Williams - To a Poor Old Woman
Rafael Campo on William Carlos Williams' "To a Poor Old Woman" (Poetry in America)
The Red Wheelbarrow - William Carlos Williams
On William Carlos Williams's "The Red Wheelbarrow"
William Carlos Williams--This Is Just To Say
Helena Bonham Carter recites This is Just to Say, a poem by William Carlos Williams
William Carlos Williams - Burning the Christmas Greens
William Carlos Williams - This is Just to Say (Poetry Reading)
Winter Trees by William Carlos Williams / A Reading of a Classic Winter Poem
"The Fool's Song," by William Carlos Williams
Spring Storm - by William Carlos Williams (Poetry Reading)
"El Hombre," by William Carlos Williams
Rafael Campo on "Complaint" by William Carlos Williams
Poetry Reading - This is Just to Say (William Carlos Williams)
Landscape with the Fall of Icarus - William Carlos Williams
Queen Anne's Lace - Full Audio Poem - by William Carlos Williams
Apology AUDIO POEM by William Carlos Williams

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