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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.
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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!

Observe
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!
Observe
the jasmine lightness
of the moon.

William Carlos Williams
hianja on August 31st, 2007 04:22 pm (UTC)
Oh, brilliant.
Me too:

PASTORAL

The little sparrows
hop ingeniously
about the pavement
quarreling
with sharp voices
over those things
that interest them.
But we who are wiser
shut ourselves in
on either hand
and no one knows
whether we think good
or evil.
__Meanwhile,
the old man who goes about
gathering dog-lime
walks in the gutter
without looking up
and his tread
is more majestic than
that of the Episcopal minister
approaching the pulpit
of a Sunday.
__These things
astonish me beyond words.