Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Poem of the Day
Complaint
by William Carlos Williams
by William Carlos Williams
They call me and I go.
It is a frozen road
past midnight, a dust
of snow caught
in the rigid wheeltracks.
The door opens.
I smile, enter and
shake off the cold.
Here is a great woman
on her side in the bed.
She is sick,
perhaps vomiting,
perhaps laboring
to give birth to
a tenth child. Joy! Joy!
Night is a room
darkened for lovers,
through the jalousies the sun
has sent one golden needle!
I pick the hair from her eyes
and watch her misery
with compassion.
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I never know if I understand poetry. But, I liked that one, especially the rhythm of it. Plus, I learned the word "jalousies."
Fish has ruined Carlos for me forever! I keep wondering about the plums.
You haven't been eating any goldfish crackers lately, have you??
You haven't been eating any goldfish crackers lately, have you??
Ok, I meant William Carlos Williams... or Carlos William Carlos... or some such thing. :)
K- I trained for you today. You can take this day off!!
K- I trained for you today. You can take this day off!!
I like that poem and I think Williams is pretty bloody good though I will make jokes about the plums. Red Wheelbarrow is poetry.
Fish has ruined Carlos for me forever!
Just because he isn't as good as I am is no reason to dismiss WCW.
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Just because he isn't as good as I am is no reason to dismiss WCW.
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