#william carlos williams
Es difícil
enterarse de las noticias por la poesía;
sin embargo los hombres mueren desdichadamente
todos los días,
por falta
de lo que allí se encuentra.
-William Carlos Williams
We have bitten
the lawyer
who was in the dusty
moonlit boudoirand who
you were probably
saving
for breakfastForgive us
he was delicious
so naïve
and so perfectly spiced
Alright tell me in the tags, what’s Your Poem? That poem you heard once and it has dwelt within you ever since?
Red
Mary Ruefle
I fucking depended on you and
you left the fucking wheelbarrow
out and it’s fucking raining
and now the white chickens
are fucking filthy
–
(AfterWilliam Carlos Williams.)
Today in:
2021: Bathing, Allison Seay
2020:A Small Moment, Cornelius Eady
2019:You Meet Someone and Later You Meet Their Dancing and You Have to Start Again, David Welch
2018:Henry Clay’s Mouth, Thomas Lux
2017:When Your Small Form Tumbled into Me, Tracy K. Smith
2016:Eve Recollecting the Garden, Grace Bauer
2015:from I Love A Broad Margin To My Life, Maxine Hong Kingston
2014:Gift, Czeslaw Milosz
2013:This Be The Verse, Philip Larkin
2012:We Did Not Make Ourselves, Michael Dickman
2011:Happiness (3), Jean Valentine
2010:When I Think, Jeanne Marie Beaumont
2009:The Poem, Franz Wright
2008:Morning Poem, Robin Becker
2007:Supple Cord, Naomi Shihab Nye
2006:Wish For a Young Wife, Theodore Roethke
2005:The Benjamin Franklin of Monogamy, Jeffrey McDaniel
The Menlo Enterprise, Kansas, April 28, 1911
This is just to say
I have nabbed
the socks
that were in
your closet
and which
you were probably
saving
for summer
Forgive me
they were so purple
and your shoes
are too tan
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hey guys if you’re reading this the new rule is that you’re not allowed to feel guilty about any food you’ve eaten ever. no take backs you’ve read the whole thing now
Someone please tell William Carlos Williams he can stop apologizing for the plums now.
William Carlos Williams, The Discent, excerpt(The Desert Music and Other Poems, 1954, Random House)
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Peter Bruegel,Landscape with the Fall of Icarus, detail (Musées royaux des Beaux-Arts de Belgique)
About suffering they were never wrong,
The old Masters: how well they understood
Its human position: how it takes place
While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully along;
How, when the aged are reverently, passionately waiting
For the miraculous birth, there always must be
Children who did not specially want it to happen, skating
On a pond at the edge of the wood:
They never forgot
That even the dreadful martyrdom must run its course
Anyhow in a corner, some untidy spot
Where the dogs go on with their doggy life and the torturer’s horse
Scratches its innocent behind on a tree.
In Breughel’s Icarus, for instance: how everything turns away
Quite leisurely from the disaster; the ploughman may
Have heard the splash, the forsaken cry,
But for him it was not an important failure; the sun shone
As it had to on the white legs disappearing into the green
Water, and the expensive delicate ship that must have seen
Something amazing, a boy falling out of the sky,
Had somewhere to get to and sailed calmly on.
W. H. Auden, Musee des Beaux Arts
According to Brueghel
when Icarus fell
it was spring
a farmer was ploughing
his field
the whole pageantry
of the year was
awake tingling
near
the edge of the sea
concerned
with itself
sweating in the sun
that melted
the wings’ wax
unsignificantly
off the coast
there was
a splash quite unnoticed
this was
Icarus drowning
William Carlos Williams,Landscape with the Fall of Icarus
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I have yeeted
the mirror
that was on
your walland which
you were probably
hoping
to shave withForgive me
it is a foul bauble
of man’s
vanity
This made me laugh hysterically.
I have eaten
the spiders
that were in
my caveand which
you were probably
counting
for statistical purposesForgive me
I am an outlier
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should not have been counted“Average poem parodied three times a year” factoid is actually statistical error. Average poem is parodied 0 times a year. This is Just To Say by William Carlos Williams, which is not a metaphor for Plato’s cave and is parodied over 10,000 times each day, is an outlier and should not have been counted.
I’m not sure when this bottom bit here got added but it really is the best addition to my post I’ve ever seen.
I have yeeted
the mirror
that was on
your walland which
you were probably
hoping
to shave withForgive me
it is a foul bauble
of man’s
vanityMy nam is Drac
And when I see
A mirrer not reflecting me
I screm and toss it
To the grass
That bauble’s gone
I yeet the glass
William Carlos Williams - The Lonely Street
School is over. It is too hot
to walk at ease. At ease
in light frocks they walk the streets
to while the time away.
They have grown tall. They hold
pink flames in their right hands.
In white from head to foot,
with sidelong, idle look–
in yellow, floating stuff,
black sash and stockings–
touching their avid mouths
with pink sugar on a stick–
like a carnation each holds in her hand–
they mount the lonely street.
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