Tennessee Williams Poems

The wine-drinkers sit on the porte cochère in the sun.
Their lack of success in love has made them torpid.
They move their fans with a motion that stirs no feather,
the glare of the sun has darkened their complexions.
...

I am tired.
I am tired of speech and of action.
If you should meet me upon the
street do not question me for
...

My feet took a walk in heavenly grass.
All day while the sky shone clear as glass.
My feet took a walk in heavenly grass,
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My little one whose tongue is dumb,
whose fingers cannot hold to things,
who is so mercilessly young,
he leaps upon the instant things,
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After you've been to bed together for the first time,
without the advantage or disadvantage of any prior acquaintance,
the other party very often says to you,
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Eastward the city with scarcely even a murmur
turns in the soft dusk,
the lights of it blur,
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We have not long to love.
Light does not stay.
The tender things are those
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