Great Poem: William Carlos William's "A Love Song"

Another beauty by WCW.

A Love Song
By William Carlos Williams

What have I to say to you
When we shall meet?
Yet—
I lie here thinking of you.

The stain of love
Is upon the world.
Yellow, yellow, yellow,
It eats into the leaves,
Smears with saffron
The horned branches that lean
Heavily
Against a smooth purple sky.

There is no light—
Only a honey-thick stain
That drips from leaf to leaf
And limb to limb
Spoiling the colours
Of the whole world.

I am alone.
The weight of love
Has buoyed me up
Till my head
Knocks against the sky.

See me!
My hair is dripping with nectar—
Starlings carry it
On their black wings.
See, at last
My arms and my hands
Are lying idle.

How can I tell
If I shall ever love you again
As I do now?

Great Poem: William Carlos Williams "To a Poor Old Woman"

And here is my favorite William Carlos Williams poem...

To a Poor Old Woman
by William Carlos Williams
munching a plum on the street a paper bag of them in her hand They taste good to her They taste good to her. They taste good to her You can see it by the way she gives herself to the one half sucked out in her hand Comforted a solace of ripe plums seeming to fill the air They taste good to her

Great Poem: William Carlos William's "The Red Wheelbarrow"

Slowly but surely this is turning into a poetry blog, it seems. But it's probably what I love most in this world, so I think it will continue to be a poetry blog with a few random links here and there.

Anyway, here's another WCW classic. As I said about another WCW poem, I did not understand the brilliance of this poem until I aged. But now I realize that WCW challenges us to do through the use of line breaks and rhythm is to savor each image. He wants to look at each image in the poem and movement of the poem and appreciate it just for the language and nothing else. So try reading it aloud and slowly. Savor each syllable and and be in the moment with it. 

The Red Wheelbarrow

By William Carlos Williams

so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens.

Great Poem: William Carlos Williams "This Is Just To Say"

When I first read this poem a long time ago, I didn't get it. Why did anyone think it was special? He's just eating some plums?

But as I've gotten older, and have read thousands of other poems, I have to come to see the brilliance of it all. In my opinion, there is no meaning to this poem, like many others. No religious or sexual themes or anything like that. What WCW challenges us to do through the use of line breaks and rhythm is to savor each image. He wants to look at each image in the poem and movement of the poem and appreciate it just for the language and nothing else. So try reading it aloud and slowly. Savor each syllable and and be in the moment with it. Then you might see what I'm talking about...

This Is Just To Say
by William Carlos Williams

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold