William Carlos Williams Poems

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
...

so much depends
upon

a red wheel
...

Let the snake wait under
his weed
and the writing
be of words, slow and quick, sharp
...

Snow falls:
years of anger following
hours that float idly down --
the blizzard
...

You sullen pig of a man
you force me into the mud
with your stinking ash-cart!
...

If I when my wife is sleeping
and the baby and Kathleen
are sleeping
and the sun is a flame-white disc
...

Ecstatic bird songs pound
the hollow vastness of the sky
with metallic clinkings--
beating color up into it
...

It was an icy day.
We buried the cat,
then took her box
and set fire to it
...

The half-stripped trees
struck by a wind together,
bending all,
the leaves flutter drily
...

And yet one arrives somehow,
finds himself loosening the hooks of
her dress
in a strange bedroom--
...