William Carlos Williams
an American poet closely associated with modernism and Imagism. He was also a pediatrician and general practitioner of medicine, having graduated from the University of Pennsylvania School of Medicine. Williams "worked harder at being a writer than he did at being a physician"; but during his lifetime, Williams excelled at both.
Williams was born in Rutherford, New Jersey to an English father and a Puerto Rican mother. He received his primary and secondary education in Rutherford until 1897, when he was sent for two years to a school near Geneva and to the Lycée Condorcet in Paris. He attended the Horace Mann High School upon ... more »
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William Carlos Williams Poems
The Red Wheelbarrow
so much depends upon a red wheel
This Is Just To Say
I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox
A Sort Of A Song
Let the snake wait under his weed and the writing be of words, slow and quick, sharp
Ecstatic bird songs pound the hollow vastness of the sky with metallic clinkings-- beating color up into it
"Libertad! Igualdad! Fraternidad!"
You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart!
It was an icy day. We buried the cat, then took her box and set fire to it
And yet one arrives somehow, finds himself loosening the hooks of her dress in a strange bedroom--
Snow falls: years of anger following hours that float idly down -- the blizzard
Go to sleep--though of course you will not-- to tideless waves thundering slantwise against strong embankments, rattle and swish of spray dashed thirty feet high, caught by the lake wind,
A middle-northern March, now as always-- gusts from the South broken against cold winds-- but from under, as if a slow hand lifted a tide, it moves--not into April--into a second March,
The Young Housewife
At ten AM the young housewife moves about in negligee behind the wooden walls of her husband’s house. I pass solitary in my car.
If you had come away with me into another state we had been quiet together. But there the sun coming up
Approach Of Winter
The half-stripped trees struck by a wind together, bending all, the leaves flutter drily
The dayseye hugging the earth in August, ha! Spring is gone down in purple, weeds stand high in the corn,
Quotationsmore quotations »
''Poe gives the sense for the first time in America, that literature is serious, not a matter of courtesy but of truth.''William Carlos Williams (1883-1963), U.S. poet. (First published 1925). "In the American Grain," The Recognition of Edgar Allan Poe, ed. E.W. Carlson ...
''Afraid lest he be caught up in a net of words, tripped up, bewildered and so defeatedthrown asidea man hesitates to write down his innermost convictions.''William Carlos Williams (1883-1963), U.S. poet. Journal entry for July 7, 1929. The Embodiment Of Knowledge (1974).
''The pure products of America go crazymountain folk from Kentucky or the ribbed north end of Jersey with its isolate lakes and valleys, its deaf-mutes, thieves.''William Carlos Williams (1883-1963), U.S. poet. "To Elsie," Spring and All (1923).
The Red Wheelbarrow
so much depends
a red wheel
glazed with rain
beside the white