the back wings
of the
hospital where
nothing
will grow lie
cinders
In which shine
the broken
pieces of a green
bottle
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Memories
From guest Katherine G (contact)
About 10 years ago (before I knew of this poem) I was in a car accident and knocked over a cinder block wall. When I got out of my car, I saw aluminum cans and beer bottles spilling everywhere from the wall's guts. Yeah, I was reeling from the accident, but for a moment I looked at the treasures and thought about how lovely it can be when distant moments are frozen in time. -
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I read this poem because of a comment that was posted. It is a wonderful poem because one gets the sense that it was something from a moment in time. I found this quote and thought it expressed my feelings:
"William Carlos Williams advocated poetry based on live contact with the world. Art should make more vivid what is already there. Poems arise from moments of heightened consciousness in individuals whose sensibilities had been developed and extended by writing a responsive poetic line." -
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From guest Mary (contact)
This poem spoke to me, but why? I don't know what it means. The visual ideas stuck in my head: green, shine, broken, cinders. Why are there cinders? Cinders are what is left from a fire. Why a green bottle? Alcohol & medicine come in green bottles. The long, short, long lines visually look like the back of a hospital, with the space between like space between wings. Is it a sad place? I don't know, but I like it. -
I sometimes look at things on the ground that I know are insignificant. But I alwasy found there are significants to them and I feel that is what Williams is saying here. Or perhaps he just saw a broken bottle and wrote about it.
Either way it's a nice piece that he has written here.
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