William Carlos Williams
Born in September 17, 1883 / Died in March 4, 1963 / United States / English
Poems by William Carlos Williams
Postlude
... The night that is shouting Jason &emsp ...
The Hunter
... seem still so that squirrels and colored birds ...
Hic Jacet
... It's the coroner's merry, merry children ...
Proletarian Poet
... in an apron Her hair slicked back standing ...
Smell!
... What tactless asses we are, you and I, boney nose, ...
The Dark Day
... Seclusion. A few passers-by, drawn in upon themselves, ...
Libertad! Igualdad! Fraternidad!
... Well- all things turn bitter in the end ...
The Lonely Street
... At ease in light frocks they walk the streets ...
Memory Of April
... Hagh! Love has not even visited this country ...
The Poor
... at last, took him for their friend and adviser ...
Epitaph
... slowly swayed his few high gright tendrils ...
The Horse Show
... The villagers tho't it was a ghost coming down ...
On A Proposed Trip South
... Of blanched crystal, when, thrice one short night ...
Play
... by what devious means do you contrive ...
The Corn Harvest
... the women have brought him his lunch ...
