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Born in September 17, 1883 / Died in March 4, 1963 / United States / English

Poems by William Carlos Williams

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Great Mullen

... You are a dungcake, birdlime on a fencerail ...

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Daisy

... majesty and round the yellow center, ...

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Children's Games

... with a piece of twine to make it go ...

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Sicilian Emigrant’s Song

...   And dost thou remember the orange and fig,&emsp ...

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Haymaking

... wind played men with scythes tumbling ...

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Young Woman At A Window

...   to the glass ...

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The Adoration Of The Kings

... attendant with their incredulous faces ...

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First Praise

... I have known the crisp, splintering leaf-tread with thee on before, ...

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Kora in Hell: Improvisations XI?V

... eeks drives the mother into hidden songs of agony, the pad-footed mirage of creeping death for music ...

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Kora in Hell: Improvisations XXVII

... rs whereas sometimes a whole life passes and the season remains of a piece from one end to the other ...

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It Is a Living Coral

... her mansion and dislodge the British&mdash ...

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The Widow’s Lament in Springtime

... to go there and fall into those flowers ...

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Queen-Anne’s Lace

... a pious wish to whiteness gone over&mdash ...

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Kora in Hell: Improvisations II

... then, this is the mazurka of the hollow log! Huzza then, this is the dance of rain in the cold trees ...

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Thursday

... the rim of my hat, air passing in and out ...