William Carlos Williams Poems

According to Brueghel
when Icarus fell
it was spring
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The half-stripped trees
struck by a wind together,
bending all,
the leaves flutter drily
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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,
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By the road to the contagious hospital
under the surge of the blue
mottled clouds driven from the
northeast -- a cold wind. Beyond, the
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Of asphodel, that greeny flower,
like a buttercup
upon its branching stem-
save that it's green and wooden-
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I stopped the car
to let the children down
where the streets end
in the sun
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I have had my dream- like others-
and it has come to nothing, so that
I remain now carelessly
with feet planted on the ground
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the back wings
of the
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If you had come away with me
into another state
we had been quiet together.
But there the sun coming up
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They call me and I go.
It is a frozen road
past midnight, a dust
of snow caught
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