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William Carlos Williams
(1883 - 1963 / New Jersey / United States)
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''all to no end save beauty
the eternal—
So in detail they, the crowd,
are beautiful''
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William Carlos Williams (1883-1963), U.S. poet. At the Ball Game (l. 9-12). . .
Oxford Book of American Verse, The. F. O. Matthiessen, ed. (1950) ...
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''It is summer, it is the solstice
the crowd is
cheering, the crowd is laughing
in detail
permanently, seriously
without thought''
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William Carlos Williams (1883-1963), U.S. poet. At the Ball Game (l. 31-36). . .
Oxford Book of American Verse, The. F. O. Matthiessen, ed. (1950)...
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''It is alive, venomous
it smiles grimly
its words cut—''
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William Carlos Williams (1883-1963), U.S. poet. At the Ball Game (l. 16-18). . .
Oxford Book of American Verse, The. F. O. Matthiessen, ed. (1950)...
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''the black wings
of the
hospital where
nothing
will grow''
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William Carlos Williams (1883-1963), U.S. poet. Between Walls (l. 1-5). . .
Sleeping on the Wing; an Anthology of Modern Poetry with Essays on Rea...
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''Green is a solace
a promise of peace a fort
against the cold (though we
did not say so)''
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William Carlos Williams (1883-1963), U.S. poet. Burning the Christmas Greens (l. 41-44). . .
Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry, The. Richard Ellma...
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''we, in
that instant, lost,
breathless to be witnesses,
as if we stood
ourselves refreshed among
the shining fauna of that fire.''
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William Carlos Williams (1883-1963), U.S. poet. Burning the Christmas Greens (l. 70-75). . .
Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry, The. Richard Ellma...
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''At the thick of the dark
the moment of the cold's
deepest plunge we brought branches
cut from the green trees
to fill our need,''
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William Carlos Williams (1883-1963), U.S. poet. Burning the Christmas Greens (l. 16-20). . .
Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry, The. Richard Ellma...
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''Their time past, pulled down
cracked and flung to the fire
Mgo up in a roar
All recognition lost, burnt clean
clean in the flame, the green
dispersed,''
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William Carlos Williams (1883-1963), U.S. poet. Burning the Christmas Greens (l. 1-6). . .
Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry, The. Richard Ellmann...
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''If I admire my arms, my face,
my shoulders, flanks, buttocks
against the yellow drawn shades,—
Who shall say I am not
the happy genius of my household?''
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William Carlos Williams (1883-1963), U.S. poet. Danse Russe (l. 8-12). . .
Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. ...
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''the sea is circled and sways
peacefully upon its plantlike stem''
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William Carlos Williams (1883-1963), U.S. poet. Flowers by the Sea (l. 7-8). . .
Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry, The. Richard Ellmann and Rober...
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