William Carlos Williams
William Carlos Williams Poems
The Red Wheelbarrow
so much depends
a red wheel
glazed with rain
beside the white
My townspeople, beyond in the great world,
are many with whom it were far more
profitable for me to live than here with you.
These whirr about me calling, calling!
and for my own part I answer them, loud as I can,
but they, being free, pass!
I remain! Therefore, listen!
For you will not soon have another singer.