William Carlos Williams

(17 September 1883 – 4 March 1963 / New Jersey)

Memory Of April - Poem by William Carlos Williams

You say love is this, love is that:
Poplar tassels, willow tendrils
the wind and the rain comb,
tinkle and drip, tinkle and drip--
branches drifting apart. Hagh!
Love has not even visited this country.

Comments about Memory Of April by William Carlos Williams

  • Rookie Aaron Hosea (2/1/2007 7:22:00 AM)

    I think what William's meant by this is if you've never felt love, then you don't know what's so great about it. (Report) Reply

    0 person liked.
    1 person did not like.
Read all 1 comments »

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Read poems about / on: rain, wind, april, memory, love

Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

[Hata Bildir]