William Carlos Williams

1883-1963 / Male / American
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A CelebrationA 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,
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A GoodnightGo to sleep—though of course you will not— / to tideless waves thundering slantwise against / strong embankments, rattle and swish of spray
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ApologyWhy do I write today? / The beauty of / the terrible faces
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Approach Of WinterThe half-stripped trees / struck by a wind together, / bending all,
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AprilIf you had come away with me / into another state / we had been quiet together.
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ArrivalAnd yet one arrives somehow, / finds himself loosening the hooks of / her dress
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At The Ball GameThe crowd at the ball game / is moved uniformly / by a spirit of uselessness
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Aux ImagistesI think I have never been so exalted / As I am now by you, / O frost bitten blossoms,
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Berket And The StarsA day on the boulevards chosen out of ten years of / student poverty! One best day out of ten good ones. / Berket in high spirits—”Ha, oranges! Let’s have one!”
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BlizzardSnow: / years of anger following / hours that float idly down—
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