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Showing posts with label william carlos williams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label william carlos williams. Show all posts
5.6.11
Vintage Columbus Circle 59th Street Subway Sign
Meet me next to the glazed red wheelbarrow at Columbus Circle, she said, mimicking William Carlos Williams ...
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I am an educator and a writer. I was born in Louisiana and I now live in the Big Apple. My heart beats to the rhythm of "Ain't No Place to Pee on Mardi Gras Day". My style is of the hot sauce variety. I love philosophy sprinkles and a hot cup of café au lait.
18.1.11
"The Red Wheelbarrow"; Or, A Poem About Poetry
In this post, I write about my favorite William Carlos William's poem — "The Red Wheelbarrow".
"The Red Wheelbarrow" by William Carlos Williams has fewer words than his other famous poem "This Is Just to Say." 28 compared to 16. "This is Just to Say" is simple: desire. "The Red Wheelbarrow" is complicated because it is not about desire. It is about language. And meaning what we say. A poem about poetry. I don't think I am saying anything different than what a poetry professor would say. It just seems right. My reading.
so much depends
upon a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens.
"The Red Wheelbarrow" by William Carlos Williams has fewer words than his other famous poem "This Is Just to Say." 28 compared to 16. "This is Just to Say" is simple: desire. "The Red Wheelbarrow" is complicated because it is not about desire. It is about language. And meaning what we say. A poem about poetry. I don't think I am saying anything different than what a poetry professor would say. It just seems right. My reading.
The Red Wheelbarrow
by William Carlos Williams
so much depends
upon a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens.
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william carlos williams
I am an educator and a writer. I was born in Louisiana and I now live in the Big Apple. My heart beats to the rhythm of "Ain't No Place to Pee on Mardi Gras Day". My style is of the hot sauce variety. I love philosophy sprinkles and a hot cup of café au lait.
17.1.11
This is Just to Say; Or, A Reflection on Desire
William Carlos William's very short poem "This Is Just To Say" frustrated me on my first read. Is this a poem? These few words? 28. Words. Seem to say everything. At least something. Not nothing. Something to say about desire, I take it? A fresh plum in the refrigerator that sits there expectantly, wanting to be eaten. I eat it. It is so cold, sweet, delicious.
The beauty of the poem is that it cannot be said any other way. What I mean to say is that if I wanted to tell someone about this poem I would have to read it out:
C'est juste pour dire
par William Carlos Williams
J'ai mangé
des prunes
... qui ont été
dans la glacière
et qui
tu as probablement
épargne
pour le petit dejeuner
Pardon moi
ils étaient délicieux
si doux
et si froid
The beauty of the poem is that it cannot be said any other way. What I mean to say is that if I wanted to tell someone about this poem I would have to read it out:
I cannot paraphrase it. It is the poem itself that utters its meaning. I could translate the poem.This Is Just To Say
by William Carlos Williams
I have eaten
the plums
...that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
C'est juste pour dire
par William Carlos Williams
J'ai mangé
des prunes
... qui ont été
dans la glacière
et qui
tu as probablement
épargne
pour le petit dejeuner
Pardon moi
ils étaient délicieux
si doux
et si froid
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william carlos williams
I am an educator and a writer. I was born in Louisiana and I now live in the Big Apple. My heart beats to the rhythm of "Ain't No Place to Pee on Mardi Gras Day". My style is of the hot sauce variety. I love philosophy sprinkles and a hot cup of café au lait.
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