Poeticous Logo
en
English Español Français Italiano
William Carlos Williams

William Carlos Williams

Young Sycamore

I must tell you
this young tree
whose round and firm trunk
between the wet
 
pavement and the gutter
(where water
is trickling) rises
bodily
 
into the air with
one undulant
thrust half its height–
and then
 
dividing and waning
sending out
young branches on
all sides–
 
hung with cocoons
it thins
till nothing is left of it
but two
 
eccentric knotted
twigs
bending forward
hornlike at the top

#Americans #Modernism

Enjoyed this read? Treat us to a coffee!.
Your help allows us to exist.
Other works by William Carlos Williams...
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
 1
Waiting

When I am alone I am happy. The air is cool. The sky is flecked and splashed and wound with color. The crimson phalloi of the sassafras leaves
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
AprÈS Le Bain

I gotta buy me a new girdle. (I’ll buy you one) O.K.
Youth and Beauty

I bought a dish mop— having no daughter— for they had twisted fine ribbons of shining copper about white twine
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
The campesina dance, by Pieter Bruegel the Elder
The Dance

In Brueghel’s great picture, The… the dancers go round, they go roun… around, the squeal and the blare a… tweedle of bagpipes, a bugle and f… tipping their bellies (round as th…
A Sort of a Song

Let the snake wait under his weed and the writing be of words, slow and quick, sharp to strike, quiet to wait,
Berket and the Stars

A day on the boulevards chosen out… student poverty! One best day out… Berket in high spirits—"Ha, orang… And he made to snatch an orange fr… Now so clever was the deception, s…
The Last Words of my English Grandmother

There were some dirty plates and a glass of milk beside her on a small table near the rank, disheveled bed— Wrinkled and nearly blind
To a Friend Concerning Several Ladies

You know there is not much that I desire, a few chrysanthemum… half lying on the grass, yellow and brown and white, the talk of a few people, the trees,
 1
The Yachts

contend in a sea which the land pa… shielding them from the too—heavy… of an ungoverned ocean which when… tortures the biggest hulls, the be… to pit against its beatings, and s…
Impromptu: The Suckers

Take it out in vile whisky, take i… in lifting your skirts to show you… crotches; it is this that is inten… You are it. Your pleas will alway… You too will always go up with the…
The Artist

Mr T. bareheaded in a soiled undershirt his hair standing out on all sides
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…



Top