William Carlos Williams Poems

They call me and I go.
It is a frozen road
past midnight, a dust
of snow caught
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The dayseye hugging the earth
in August, ha! Spring is
gone down in purple,
weeds stand high in the corn,
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This plot of ground
facing the waters of this inlet
is dedicated to the living presence of
Emily Dickinson Wellcome
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As the cat
climbed over
the top of
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Oh strong-ridged and deeply hollowed
nose of mine! what will you not be smelling?
What tactless asses we are, you and I, boney nose,
always indiscriminate, always unashamed,
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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.
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I gotta
buy me a new
girdle.
(I'll buy
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I bought a dishmop--
having no daughter--
for they had twisted
fine ribbons of shining copper
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Old age is
a flight of small
cheeping birds
skimming
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A three-day-long rain from the east--
an terminable talking, talking
of no consequence--patter, patter, patter.
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