William Carlos Williams

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

The Last Words Of My English Grandmother - Poem by William Carlos Williams

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
she lay and snored
rousing with anger in her tones
to cry for food,

Gimme something to eat--
They're starving me--
I'm all right--I won't go
to the hospital.No, no, no

Give me something to eat!
Let me take you
to the hospital, I said
and after you are well

you can do as you please.
She smiled, Yes
you do what you please first
then I can do what I please--

Oh, oh, oh! she cried
as the ambulance men lifted
her to the stretcher--
Is this what you call

making me comfortable?
By now her mind was clear--
Oh you think you're smart
you young people,

she said, but I'll tell you
you don't know anything.
Then we started.
On the way

we passed a long row
of elms. She looked at them
awhile out of
the ambulance window and said,

What are all those
fuzzy looking things out there?
Trees?Well, I'm tired
of them and rolled her head away.


Comments about The Last Words Of My English Grandmother by William Carlos Williams

  • Rookie - 3 Points Sangnam Nam (10/25/2008 11:05:00 PM)

    A way to the Lord
    but now appreciating the living beauty
    the trees
    for she is the one who has to die (Report) Reply

    1 person liked.
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  • Rookie Weee Woahh (2/9/2006 3:43:00 AM)

    Life is sooooo hard right now. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 20, 2003



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