by William Carlos Williams
Love is like water or the air my townspeople; it cleanses, and dissipates evil gases. It is like poetry too and for the same reasons. Love is so precious my townspeople that if I were you… Read the rest
Category: William Carlos Williams
Smell!
by William Carlos Williams
Oh strong ridged and deeply hollowed nose of mine! what will you not be smelling? What tactless asses we are, you and I, boney nose, always indiscriminate, always unashamed, and now it is the souring flowers… Read the rest
Summer Song
by William Carlos Williams
Wanderer moon smiling a faintly ironical smile at this brilliant, dew-moistened summer morning,— a detached sleepily indifferent smile, a wanderer’s smile,— if I should buy a shirt your color and put on a necktie sky blue… Read the rest
The Great Figure
by William Carlos Williams
Among the rain and lights I saw the figure 5 in gold on a red firetruck moving with weight and urgency tense unheeded to gong clangs siren howls and wheels rumbling through the dark city.… Read the rest
The Ordeal
by William Carlos Williams
O Crimson salamander, Because of love's whim sacred! Swim the winding flame Predestined to disman him And bring our fellow home to us again. Swim in with watery fang, Gnaw out and drown The fire roots… Read the rest
The Use of Force
by William Carlos Williams
The Use of Force is a brilliant short story by William Carlos Williams.
Unfortunately, the story was first published in 1938 and is not currently in the public domain and cannot be displayed. The following summary … Read the rest
Kora in Hell
A Sort Of A Song
by William Carlos Williams
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… Read the rest
Dawn
by William Carlos Williams
Ecstatic bird songs pound the hollow vastness of the sky with metallic clinkings— beating color up into it at a far edge,—beating it, beating it with rising, triumphant ardor,— stirring it into warmth, quickening in it… Read the rest
Pastoral
by William Carlos Williams
The little sparrows hop ingenuously about the pavement quarreling with sharp voices over those things that interest them. But we who are wiser shut ourselves in on either hand and no one knows whether we think… Read the rest