William Carlos Williams

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

William Carlos Williams Poems

41. Slow Movement 3/31/2010
42. The Spouts 1/3/2003
43. The Disputants 1/3/2003
44. Flowers By The Sea 3/31/2010
45. Heel & Toe To The End 1/1/2004
46. Election Day 3/31/2010
47. Young Sycamore 3/31/2010
48. Light Hearted Author 1/3/2003
49. Libertad! Igualdad! Fraternidad! 3/31/2010
50. Young Woman At A Window 3/31/2010
51. The Dark Day 1/3/2003
52. The Nightingales 1/3/2003
53. The Late Singer 1/3/2003
54. Metric Figure 1/3/2003
55. The Desolate Field 1/3/2003
56. The Hunter 1/3/2003
57. The Poor 1/3/2003
58. To A Friend Concerning Several Ladies 1/3/2003
59. March 1/3/2003
60. The Birds 1/3/2003
61. The Shadow 3/31/2010
62. These 8/12/2003
63. The Cold Night 1/3/2003
64. Overture To A Dance Of Locomotives 1/3/2003
65. On A Proposed Trip South 1/3/2003
66. Classic Scene 3/31/2010
67. The Tulip Bed 1/3/2003
68. Romance Moderne 1/3/2003
69. Light Hearted William 1/3/2003
70. The Lonely Street 1/3/2003
71. January Morning 1/3/2003
72. Hunters In The Snow 1/3/2003
73. Memory Of April 1/3/2003
74. The Gentle Man 1/3/2003
75. To A Friend 1/3/2003
76. The Uses Of Poetry 1/3/2003
77. Backward 3/31/2010
78. The Thing 1/13/2003
79. The Widow's Lament In Springtime 1/3/2003
80. To Elsie 1/3/2003

Comments about William Carlos Williams

  • Jose Tadeu Agneli Filippini Jose Tadeu Agneli Filippini (7/16/2006 5:13:00 AM)

    William Carlos Williams in his poem: 'A Sort of a Song' gives us a real
    'ARS POETICA'.A motto for all of us: 'and the writing be of words' and an ideal:
    'Compose. (No ideas but in things) Invent! '

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  • Seán O' Muiriosa (7/12/2006 5:45:00 PM)

    I think what Carlos Williams does with form is exceptional and something truely brilliant.

Best Poem of William Carlos Williams

The Red Wheelbarrow

so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens.

Read the full of The Red Wheelbarrow

The Great Figure

Among the rain
and lights
I saw the figure 5
in gold
on a red
firetruck
moving
tense
unheeded
to gong clangs
siren howls
and wheels rumbling
through the dark city.

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