William Carlos Williams – Three Poems

September 17, 2013 — Leave a comment


Today is the 130th anniversary of the birth of poet William Carlos Williams…

In celebration here are three poems:

William Carlos Williams

Books by William Carlos Williams ]
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Her body is not so white as
anemony petals nor so smooth–nor
so remote a thing. It is a field
of the wild carrot taking
the field by force; the grass
does not raise above it.
Here is no question of whiteness,
white as can be, with a purple mole
at the center of each flower.
Each flower is a hand’s span
of her whiteness. Wherever
his hand has lain there is
a tiny purple blemish. Each part
is a blossom under his touch
to which the fibres of her being
stem one by one, each to its end,
until the whole field is a
white desire, empty, a single stem,
a cluster, flower by flower,
a pious wish to whiteness gone over–
or nothing.

These poems are found in the collection SOUR GRAPES by William Carlos Williams. Available as a FREE ebook for Kindle
or for Nook and a variety of other formats via Project Gutenberg

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