2.17.2006

today is a good day for this one, a still life

by William Carlos Williams



so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens.



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(pay attention to the ordinary, the small things

the quotidian.)

1 comment:

krankekunst said...

by Wallace Stevens, The Search for Sound Free from Motion


All afternoon the gramophone
Parl-parled the West Indian weather.
The zebra leaves, the sea
And it all spoke together.

The many-stanzaed sea, the leaves
And it spoke all together.
But you, you used the word,
Your self its honor.

All afternoon the gramaphoon,
All afternoon the gramaphoon,
The world as word,
Parl-parled the West-Indian hurricane.

The world lives as you live,
Speaks as you speak, a creature that
Repeats its vital words, yet balances
The syllable of a syllable.