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APPROACH OF WINTER The half-stripped trees struck by a wind together, bending all, the leaves flutter drily and refuse to let go or driven like hail stream bitterly out to one side and fall where the salvias, hard carmine,— like no leaf that ever was— edge the bare garden. — William Carlos Williams (1883 – [...] 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. — William Carlos Williams (1883 – 1963), American poets & essayist. FALL Fall, falling, fallen. That’s the way the season Changes its tense in the long-haired maples That dot the road; the veiny hand-shaped leaves Redden on their branches (in a fiery competition With the final remaining cardinals) and then Begin to sidle and float through the air, at last Settling into colorful layers carpeting [...] THREE POEMS 1 On sunny days there in the shade Between the trees reclined a maid Who lifted up her dress (she said) To keep the moonbeams off her head. 2 A hundred times they kiss, and then A thousand time embrace, And stop only to start again; There’s no tautology in such a [...] LEDA HIDDEN Christmas Eve, unseasonably cold, I walk in Golden Gate Park. The winter twilight thickens. The park grows dusky before The usual hour. The sky Sinks close to the shadowy Trees, and sky and trees mingle In receding planes of vagueness. The wet pebbles on the path Wear little frills of ice like Minute, [...] A double-dose for my 200th Poetry Friday. SPELLBOUND The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me And I cannot, cannot go. The giant trees are bending Their bare boughs weighed with snow. And the storm is fast descending, And yet I cannot go. Clouds [...] LEAVES 1 Every October it becomes important, no, necessary to see the leaves turning, to be surrounded by leaves turning; it’s not just the symbolism, to confront in the death of the year your death, one blazing farewell appearance, though the irony isn’t lost on you that nature is most seductive when it’s about to [...] IN VAIN The stars in the sky In vain The tragedy of Hamlet In vain The key in the lock In vain The sleeping mother In vain The lamp in the corner In vain The lamp in the corner unlit In vain Abraham Lincoln In vain The Aztec empire In vain The writing hand: in [...] THE WHITE ROOM The obvious is difficult To prove. Many prefer The hidden. I did, too. I listened to the trees. They had a secret Which they were about to Make known to me– And then didn’t. Summer came. Each tree On my street had its own Scheherazade. My nights Were a part of their [...] |
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