William Carlos Williams (September 17, 1883 – March 4, 1963 / New Jersey)
Poems by William Carlos Williams : 72 / 114
The Artist
Mr T.
bareheaded
in a soiled undershirt
his hair standing out
on all sides
stood on his toes
heels together
arms gracefully
for the moment
curled above his head.
Then he whirled about
bounded
into the air
and with an entrechat
perfectly achieved
completed the figure.
My mother
taken by surprise
where she sat
in her invalid's chair
was left speechless.
Bravo! she cried at last
and clapped her hands.
The man's wife
came from the kitchen:
What goes on here? she said.
But the show was over.
William Carlos Williams
Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003
Read poems about / on: together, hair, mother
Poems by William Carlos Williams : 72 / 114
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