Happy Birthday, William

William Carlos Williams, great American poet, born today in 1883. Like a superhero with a secret identity, he was a doctor by day and poet by night, writing lines of deceptive simplicity.

so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens.

Winter Trees

All the complicated details

of the attiring and

the disattiring are completed!

A liquid moon

moves gently among

the long branches.

Thus having prepared their buds

against a sure winter

the wise trees

stand sleeping in the cold.


This Is Just To Say

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

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