Business card of William Carlos Williams
William Carlos Williams, ca 1941 via Beinecke Collection
Allen Ginsberg reads William Carlos Williams.
William Carlos Williams, as proper as always, holding a couple of kitties.
It was an icy day.
We buried the cat,
then took her box
and set fire to it
in the back yard.
Those fleas that escaped
earth and fire
died by the cold.
William Carlos Williams, Asphodel, That Greeny Flower, Anthology of Modern American Poetry (194)
Tuesday Poem - William Carlos Williams reading his poem ‘The Young Housewife’ in 1949
At ten AM the young housewife
moves about in negligee behind
the wooden walls of her husband’s house.
I pass solitary in my car.
Then again she comes to the curb
to call the ice-man, fish-man, and stands
shy, uncorseted, tucking in
stray ends of hair, and I compare her
to a fallen leaf.
The noiseless wheels of my car
rush with a crackling sound over
dried leaves as I bow and pass smiling.
Many other poets and poems posted on a Tuesday are gathered here