William Carlos Williams (17 September 1883 – 4 March 1963 / New Jersey)
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''all to no end save beauty
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) Oxford University Press.
the eternal
So in detail they, the crowd,
are beautiful'' -
''It is summer, it is the solstice
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) Oxford University Press.
the crowd is
cheering, the crowd is laughing
in detail
permanently, seriously
without thought'' -
''It is alive, venomous
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) Oxford University Press.
it smiles grimly
its words cut'' -
''the black wings
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 Reading and Writing. Kenneth Koch and Kate Farrell. (1981) Random House.
of the
hospital where
nothing
will grow'' -
''Green is a solace
William Carlos Williams (1883-1963), U.S. poet. Burning the Christmas Greens (l. 41-44). . . Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry, The. Richard Ellmann and Robert O'Clair, eds. (2d ed., 1988) W. W. Norton & Company.
a promise of peace a fort
against the cold (though we
did not say so)'' -
''we, in
William Carlos Williams (1883-1963), U.S. poet. Burning the Christmas Greens (l. 70-75). . . Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry, The. Richard Ellmann and Robert O'Clair, eds. (2d ed., 1988) W. W. Norton & Company.
that instant, lost,
breathless to be witnesses,
as if we stood
ourselves refreshed among
the shining fauna of that fire.'' -
''At the thick of the dark
William Carlos Williams (1883-1963), U.S. poet. Burning the Christmas Greens (l. 16-20). . . Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry, The. Richard Ellmann and Robert O'Clair, eds. (2d ed., 1988) W. W. Norton & Company.
the moment of the cold's
deepest plunge we brought branches
cut from the green trees
to fill our need,'' -
''Their time past, pulled down
William Carlos Williams (1883-1963), U.S. poet. Burning the Christmas Greens (l. 1-6). . . Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry, The. Richard Ellmann and Robert O'Clair, eds. (2d ed., 1988) W. W. Norton & Company.
cracked and flung to the fire
Mgo up in a roar
All recognition lost, burnt clean
clean in the flame, the green
dispersed,'' -
''If I admire my arms, my face,
William Carlos Williams (1883-1963), U.S. poet. Danse Russe (l. 8-12). . . Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company.
my shoulders, flanks, buttocks
against the yellow drawn shades,
Who shall say I am not
the happy genius of my household?'' -
''the sea is circled and sways
William Carlos Williams (1883-1963), U.S. poet. Flowers by the Sea (l. 7-8). . . Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry, The. Richard Ellmann and Robert O'Clair, eds. (2d ed., 1988) W. W. Norton & Company.
peacefully upon its plantlike stem''
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