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A Poem by William Carlos Williams: First Praise

First Praise Lady of dusk-wood fastnesses, Thou art my Lady. I have known the crisp, splintering leaf-tread with thee on before, White, slender through green saplings; I have lain by thee on the brown forest floor Beside thee, my Lady. …

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A Poem by William Carlos Williams: Dawn

  Dawn Ecstatic bird songs pound the hollow vastness of the sky with metallic clinkings– beating color up into it at a far edge,–beating it, beating it with rising, triumphant ardor,– stirring it into warmth, quickening in it a spreading …

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A Poem by William Carlos Williams: Daisy

  Daisy The dayseye hugging the earth in August, ha! Spring is gone down in purple, weeds stand high in the corn, the rainbeaten furrow is clotted with sorrel and crabgrass, the branch is black under the heavy mass of …

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A Poem by William Carlos Williams: Blizzard

  Blizzard Snow falls: years of anger following hours that float idly down — the blizzard drifts its weight deeper and deeper for three days or sixty years, eh? Then the sun! a clutter of yellow and blue flakes — …

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A Poem by William Carlos Williams: Arrival

  Arrival And yet one arrives somehow, finds himself loosening the hooks of her dress in a strange bedroom– feels the autumn dropping its silk and linen leaves about her ankles. The tawdry veined body emerges twisted upon itself like …

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A Poem by William Carlos Williams: A Goodnight

A Goodnight Go to sleep–though of course you will not– to tideless waves thundering slantwise against strong embankments, rattle and swish of spray dashed thirty feet high, caught by the lake wind, scattered and strewn broadcast in over the steady …

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A Poem by William Carlos Williams: A Celebration

  A Celebration A 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, it moves–not into April–into a second March, the old skin of wind-clear …

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سروده ای از ویلیام کارلوس ویلیامز : من هم مانند دیگران برای خود رویایی داشتم

  من هم مانند دیگران برای خود رویایی داشتم . من هم مانند دیگران برای خود رویایی داشتم که عاقبت… هیچ تعبیری نیافت از این روست که حالا بی توجه با پاهایی میخکوب بر زمین سر جایم باقی می مانم …

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