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William Carlos Williams's Poetry, by first line

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  • The Shadow
    Soft as the bed in the earth
    Where a stone has lain—
    13 lines, 1 comment
  • Sub Terra
    Where shall I find you—
    You, my grotesque fellows
    47 lines, 1 comment
  • Slow Movement
    All those treasures that lie in the little bolted box whose tiny space is
    Mightier than the room of the stars, being secret and filled with dreams:
    11 lines
  • Proletarian Poet
    A big young bareheaded woman
    in an apron
    11 lines, 1 comment
  • Young Sycamore
    I must tell you
    this young tree
    24 lines, 3 comments
  • The Horse Show
    Constantly near you, I never in my entire
    sixty-four years knew you so well as yesterday
    42 lines, 1 comment
  • To Waken An Old Lady
    Old age is
    a flight of small
    18 lines
  • Willow Poem
    It is a willow when summer is over,
    a willow by the river
    14 lines
  • Blizzard
    Snow falls:
    years of anger following
    15 lines
  • Love Song
    I lie here thinking of you:---
    the stain of love
    17 lines, 1 comment
  • The Red Wheelbarrow
    so much depends
    upon
    8 lines, 13 comments
  • This Is Just To Say
    I have eaten
    the plums
    12 lines, 8 comments
  • The Great Figure
    Among the rain
    and lights
    13 lines
  • Nantucket
    Flowers through the window
    lavender and yellow
    10 lines, 1 comment
  • Complete Destruction
    It was an icy day.
    We buried the cat,
    8 lines
  • Postlude
    Now that I have cooled to you
    Let there be gold of tarnished masonry,
    25 lines, 1 comment
  • Winter Trees
    All the complicated details
    of the attiring and
    10 lines
  • Tract
    I will teach you my townspeople
    how to perform a funeral
    74 lines, 1 comment
  • Danse Russe
    If I when my wife is sleeping
    and the baby and Kathleen
    19 lines, 4 comments
  • The Artist
    Mr T.
    bareheaded
    27 lines
  • Queen-Anne's-Lace
    Her body is not so white as
    anemone petals nor so smooth--nor
    20 lines, 1 comment
  • January Morning
    I
    I have discovered that most of
    110 lines
  • Smell!
    Oh strong-ridged and deeply hollowed
    nose of mine! what will you not be smelling?
    14 lines, 1 comment
  • Dawn
    Ecstatic bird songs pound
    the hollow vastness of the sky
    16 lines
  • Libertad! Igualdad! Fraternidad!
    You sullen pig of a man
    you force me into the mud
    18 lines
  • Pastoral
    The little sparrows
    hop ingenuously
    25 lines, 2 comments
  • Metric Figure
    There is a bird in the poplars!
    It is the sun!
    12 lines
  • Hic Jacet
    The coroner's merry little children
    Have such twinkling brown eyes.
    12 lines
  • First Praise
    Lady of dusk-wood fastnesses,
    Thou art my Lady.
    12 lines
  • The Lonely Street
    School is over. It is too hot
    to walk at ease. At ease
    14 lines
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