William Carlos Williams Poems

The sky has given over
its bitterness.
Out of the dark change
all day long
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School is over. It is too hot
to walk at ease. At ease
in light frocks they walk the streets
to while the time away.
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You sullen pig of a man
you force me into the mud
with your stinking ash-cart!
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Well, Lizzie Anderson! seventeen men--and
the baby hard to find a father for!

What will the good Father in Heaven say
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It is cold. The white moon
is up among her scattered stars--
like the bare thighs of
the Police Sergeant's wife--among
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Each time it rings
I think it is for
me but it is
not for me nor for
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are the desolate, dark weeks
when nature in its barrenness
equals the stupidity of man.
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The world begins again!
Not wholly insufflated
the blackbirds in the rain
upon the dead topbranches
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Light hearted William twirled
his November moustaches
and, half dressed, looked
from the bedroom window
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