William Carlos Williams

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

William Carlos Williams Poems

81. The Artist 1/3/2003
82. The Birds 1/3/2003
83. The Cold Night 1/3/2003
84. The Corn Harvest 3/31/2010
85. The Crowd At The Ball Game 3/31/2010
86. The Dance 1/3/2003
87. The Dark Day 1/3/2003
88. The Desolate Field 1/3/2003
89. The Disputants 1/3/2003
90. The Gentle Man 1/3/2003
91. The Great Figure 1/3/2003
92. The Horse Show 3/31/2010
93. The Hunter 1/3/2003
94. The Hunter In The Snow 3/31/2010
95. The Ivy Crown 2/6/2016
96. The Last Words Of My English Grandmother 1/20/2003
97. The Late Singer 1/3/2003
98. The Lonely Street 1/3/2003
99. The Mind’s Games 3/31/2010
100. The Nightingales 1/3/2003
101. The Parable Of The Blind 3/31/2010
102. The Poem 4/14/2015
103. The Poor 1/3/2003
104. The Red Wheelbarrow 1/3/2003
105. The Shadow 3/31/2010
106. The Spouts 1/3/2003
107. The Spring Storm 1/3/2003
108. The Term 1/13/2003
109. The Thing 1/13/2003
110. The Thinker 1/3/2003
111. The Tulip Bed 1/3/2003
112. The Turtle 6/23/2015
113. The Uses Of Poetry 1/3/2003
114. The Wedding Dance In The Open Air 3/31/2010
115. The Widow's Lament In Springtime 1/3/2003
116. The Yachts 2/9/2015
117. The Young Housewife 1/3/2003
118. These 8/12/2003
119. This Is Just To Say 1/3/2003
120. Thursday 1/3/2003
Best Poem of William Carlos Williams

The Red Wheelbarrow

so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens.

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The Tulip Bed

The May sun--whom
all things imitate--
that glues small leaves to
the wooden trees
shone from the sky
through bluegauze clouds
upon the ground.
Under the leafy trees
where the suburban streets

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