William Carlos Williams

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

The Thinker - Poem by William Carlos Williams

My wife's new pink slippers
have gay pompons.
There is not a spot or a stain
on their satin toes or their sides.
All night they lie together
under her bed's edge.
Shivering I catch sight of them
and smile, in the morning.
Later I watch them
descending the stair,
hurrying through the doors
and round the table,
moving stiffly
with a shake of their gay pompons!
And I talk to them
in my secret mind
out of pure happiness.


Comments about The Thinker by William Carlos Williams

  • Henry Tong (4/27/2018 11:11:00 AM)


    And I talk to them
    in my secret mind
    out of pure happiness.

    Trivial life can inspire the author of true, unbridled part of thought.
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  • (9/29/2006 5:44:00 PM)


    Something I find hilarious about this poem. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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