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William Carlos Williams

William Carlos Williams

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THERE is a bird in the poplars—  
It is the sun!  
The leaves are little yellow fish  
Swimming in the river;  
The bird skims above them—      
Day is on his wings.  
Phoenix!  
It is he that is making  
The great gleam among the poplars.  
It is his singing          
Outshines the noise  
Of leaves clashing in the wind.

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Autres oeuvres par William Carlos Williams...
The Widow's Lament in Springtime

SORROW is my own yard where the new grass flames as it has flamed often before but not with the cold fire
Slow Movement

ALL those treasures that lie in t… Mightier than the room of the star… All those treasures—I hold them i… Against the sides and the lid and… Crying that there is no sun come a…
Sicilian Emigrant’€™s Song

O’€”eh’€”lee! La’€”la! Donna! Donna! Blue is the sky of Palermo; Blue is the little bay; And dost thou remember the orange…
The Sea-Elephant

Trundled from the strangeness of the sea —— a kind of heaven —— Ladies and Gentlemen!
Blizzard

Snow falls: years of anger following hours that float idly down — the blizzard drifts its weight
Nantucket

Flowers through the window lavender and yellow changed by white curtains— Smell of cleanliness— Sunshine of late afternoon—
The Widow’s Lament in Springtime

Sorrow is my own yard where the new grass flames as it has flamed often before but not with the cold fire
Spring and All

By the road to the contagious hosp… under the surge of the blue mottled clouds driven from the northeast—a cold wind. Beyond, the waste of broad, muddy fields
The Wanderer

Even in the time when as yet I had no certain knowledge of her She sprang from the nest, a young… Whose first flight circled the for… I know now how then she showed me
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The Rewaking

Sooner or later we must come to the end of striving to re-establish the image the image of
Great Mullen

One leaves his leaves at home beomg a mullen and sends up a ligh… to peer from: I will have my way, yellow—A mast with a lantern, ten fifty, a hundred, smaller and smal…
The Adoration of the Kings

From the Nativity which I have already celebrated the Babe in its Mother’s arms the Wise Men in their stolen splendor
Romance Moderne

Tracks of rain and light linger in the spongy greens of a nature whos… flickering mountain—bulging nearer… ebbing back into the sun hollowing itself away to hold a la…
Heel & Toe to the End

Gagarin says, in ecstasy, he could have gone on forever he floated at and sang
The Ivy Crown

The whole process is a lie, unless, crowned by excess, It break forcefully, one way or another,



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