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30 August 2007 @ 08:46 pm
Random Poetry Spam  
Just a bit of William Carlos Williams, for no other reason that I would very much like to share it with anyone out there who delights in odd, little things.

The Thinker

My wife's new pink slippers
have gay pom-poms.
There is not a spot or a stain
on their satin toes or their sides.
All night they lie together
under her bed's edge.
Shivering I catch sight of them
and smile in the morning.
Later I watch them
descending the stair,
hurrying through the doors
and round the table,
moving stiffly
with a shake of their gay pom-poms!
And I talk to them
in my secret mind
out of pure happiness.
Current Mood: pensivepensive
Cavendishcavendish on August 30th, 2007 07:50 pm (UTC)
REvenge ;-)))
To a Solitary Disciple

Rather notice, mon cher,
that the moon is
titled above
the point of the steeple
than that its color
is shell-pink.

Rather observe
that it is early morning
than that the sky
is smooth
as a turquoise.

Rather grasp
how the dark
converging lines
of the steeple
meet at a pinnacle ---
perceive how
its little ornament
tries to stop them-

See how it fails!
See how the converging lines
of the hexagonal spire
escape upward---
receding, dividing!
--- petals
that guard and contain
the flower!

how motionless
the eaten moon
lies in the protective lines.
It is true:
in the light colors
of the morning

brown-stone and slate
shine orange and dark blue

But observe
the oppressive weight
of the squat edifice!
the jasmine lightness
of the moon.

William Carlos Williams
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