William Carlos Williams (17 September 1883 – 4 March 1963 / New Jersey)
Poems by William Carlos Williams : 5 / 114
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,
sleepless.
-- through metaphor to reconcile
the people and the stones.
Compose. (No ideas
but in things) Invent!
Saxifrage is my flower that splits
the rocks.
William Carlos Williams
Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003
Read poems about / on: metaphor, snake, flower, people, song
Poems by William Carlos Williams : 5 / 114
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if you try to give a lesson, do it by an example. there's no better way to show how to do things than by showing it really... the first image of this poem seems to be some sort of denial of a previous example, as there is a piece of a advice that tells the reader to 'let the snake wait under his weed', as though it were something bad to disturbd the snake, and, what does the snake remind us of? treachery, death, perhaps, hypocrisy... 'let the snake wait under his weed' and make the flower break the stone, as though you wanted to penetrate a heart, as though you wanted to maculate the sun, with a word...
I have to say that this poem truly sucks
Even the best poets only really hit the mark perhaps one time in five. This is one of those times.