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prosicated ([personal profile] prosicated) wrote2004-03-22 02:39 pm

Aux Imagistes : William Carlos Williams

I think I have never been so exalted
As I am now by you,
O frost bitten blossoms,
That are unfolding your wings
From out the envious black branches.

Bloom quickly and make much of the sunshine
The twigs conspire against you
Hear them!
They hold you from behind

You shall not take wing
Except wing by wing, brokenly
And yet --
Even they
Shall not endure for ever.

[identity profile] oceanic.livejournal.com 2004-03-22 12:44 pm (UTC)(link)
wow, that's quite beautiful.
My favorite WCW poem was always Asphodel (formatting blown to hell):

Of asphodel, that greeny flower,
like a buttercup
upon its branching stem-
save that it's green and wooden-
I come, my sweet,
to sing to you.
We lived long together
a life filled,
if you will,
with flowers. So that
I was cheered
when I came first to know
that there were flowers also
in hell.

[identity profile] prosicated.livejournal.com 2004-03-23 08:09 am (UTC)(link)
I adore that one. He's an awesome poet. It's [livejournal.com profile] o_flaherty's fault that I had a sudden WCW need in the last few weeks, he posted a great one here
I mostly posted Aux Imagistes because it's really spring like that around here - metaphorically, at least, I'm being held back by the same structure that got me here in terms of graduate school and the ever-present polarities of roots vs. flight. Overkill, I know, but the lines were echoing in my head... "bloom quickly and make much of the sunshine..." feels right on for what a lot of people are going through right now, anyway.

[identity profile] margolia.livejournal.com 2004-03-23 07:20 am (UTC)(link)
My favorite William Carlos Williams, though not seasonal, is...

This Is Just to Say

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

[identity profile] prosicated.livejournal.com 2004-03-23 08:10 am (UTC)(link)
We read that poem in 4th grade and I had a sudden love for poetry beyond rhymed couplets and naughty limericks... =)