Post on 28-Jan-2016
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The Red Wheelbarrow by William Carlos Williamsso much depends upon
a red wheel barrow
glazed with rain water
beside the white chickens
This Is Just To Say by William Carlos WilliamsI have eatenthe plumsthat were inthe icebox
and whichyou were probablysavingfor breakfast
Forgive methey were deliciousso sweetand so cold
The Poem by William Carlos Williamst's all inthe sound. A song.Seldom a song. It should
be a song—made ofparticulars, wasps,a gentian—somethingimmediate, open
scissors, a lady'seyes—wakingcentrifugal, centripetal.
The Argument of His Book by Robert HerrickI sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers,Of April, May, of June, and July flowers.I sing of May-poles, hock-carts, wassails, wakes,Of bridegrooms, brides, and of their bridal-cakes.I write of youth, of love, and have accessBy these to sing of cleanly wantonness.I sing of dews, of rains, and piece by pieceOf balm, of oil, of spice, and ambergris.I sing of Time's trans-shifting; and I writeHow roses first came red, and lilies white.I write of groves, of twilights, and I singThe court of Mab, and of the fairy king.I write of Hell; I sing (and ever shall)Of Heaven, and hope to have it after all.