William Carlos Williams

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

The Young Housewife - Poem by William Carlos Williams

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At ten AM the young housewife
moves about in negligee behind
the wooden walls of her husband’s house.
I pass solitary in my car.

Then again she comes to the curb
to call the ice-man, fish-man, and stands
shy, uncorseted, tucking in
stray ends of hair, and I compare her
to a fallen leaf.

The noiseless wheels of my car
rush with a crackling sound over
dried leaves as I bow and pass smiling.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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