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Thursday

Thursday
I have had my dream--like others--
and it has come to nothing, so that
I remain now carelessly
with feet planted on the ground
and look up at the sky--
feeling my clothes about me,
the weight of my body in my shoes,
the rim of my hat, air passing in and out
at my nose--and decide to dream no more.
432

The Thinker

The Thinker
My wife's new pink slippers
have gay pompons.
There is not a spot or a stain
on their satin toes or their sides.
All night they lie together
under her bed's edge.
Shivering I catch sight of them
and smile, in the morning.
Later I watch them
descending the stair,
hurrying through the doors
and round the table,
moving stiffly
with a shake of their gay pompons!
And I talk to them
in my secret mind
out of pure happiness.
342

The Uses of Poetry

The Uses of Poetry
I've fond anticipation of a day
O'erfilled with pure diversion presently,
For I must read a lady poesy
The while we glide by many a leafy bay,
Hid deep in rushes, where at random play
The glossy black winged May-flies, or whence flee
Hush-throated nestlings in alarm,
Whom we have idly frighted with our boat's long sway.
For, lest o'ersaddened by such woes as spring
To rural peace from our meek onward trend,
What else more fit? We'll draw the latch-string
And close the door of sense; then satiate wend,
On poesy's transforming giant wing,
To worlds afar whose fruits all anguish mend.
436

The Term

The Term
A rumpled sheet
Of brown paper
About the length
And apparent bulk
Of a man was
Rolling with the
Wind slowly over
And over in
The street as
A car drove down
Upon it and
Crushed it to
The ground. Unlike
A man it rose
Again rolling
With the wind over
And over to be as
It was before.
Anonymous submission.
279

The Spouts

The Spouts
In this world of
as fine a pair of breasts
as ever I saw
the fountain in
Madison Square
spouts up of water
a white tree
that dies and lives
as the rocking water
in the basin
turns from the stonerim
back upon the jet
and rising there
reflectively drops down again.
277

The Poor

The Poor
By constantly tormenting them
with reminders of the lice in
their children's hair, the
School Physician first
brought their hatred down on him.
But by this familiarity
they grew used to him, and so,
at last,
took him for their friend and adviser.
439

The Lonely Street

The Lonely Street
School is over. It is too hot
to walk at ease. At ease
in light frocks they walk the streets
to while the time away.
They have grown tall. They hold
pink flames in their right hands.
In white from head to foot,
with sidelong, idle look--
in yellow, floating stuff,
black sash and stockings--
touching their avid mouths
with pink sugar on a stick--
like a carnation each holds in her hand--
they mount the lonely street.
384

The Great Figure

The Great Figure
Among the rain
and lights
I saw the figure
in gold
on a red
firetruck
moving
tense
unheeded
to gong clangs
siren howls
and wheels rumbling
through the dark city.
268

The Last Words of My English Grandmother

The Last Words of My English Grandmother
There were some dirty plates
and a glass of milk
beside her on a small table
near the rank, disheveled bed--
Wrinkled and nearly blind
she lay and snored
rousing with anger in her tones
to cry for food,
Gimme something to eat--
They're starving me--
I'm all right--I won't go
to the hospital.No, no, no
Give me something to eat!
Let me take you
to the hospital, I said
and after you are well
you can do as you please.
She smiled, Yes
you do what you please first
then I can do what I please--
Oh, oh, oh! she cried
as the ambulance men lifted
her to the stretcher--
Is this what you call
making me comfortable?
By now her mind was clear--
Oh you think you're smart
you young people,
she said, but I'll tell you
you don't know anything.
Then we started.
On the way
we passed a long row
of elms. She looked at them
awhile out of
the ambulance window and said,
What are all those
fuzzy looking things out there?
Trees?Well, I'm tired
of them and rolled her head away.
669

The Dark Day

The Dark Day
A three-day-long rain from the east--
an terminable talking, talking
of no consequence--patter, patter, patter.
Hand in hand little winds
blow the thin streams aslant.
Warm. Distance cut off. Seclusion.
A few passers-by, drawn in upon themselves,
hurry from one place to another.
Winds of the white poppy! there is no escape!--
An interminable talking, talking,
talking . . .it has happened before.
Backward, backward, backward.
452

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Identification and basic context

William Carlos Williams was an American poet, pediatrician, and writer. He was born in Rutherford, New Jersey, a place that would profoundly influence his work. Williams wrote primarily in English and was a key figure in the American Modernist movement. His life spanned periods of significant technological and social change in the United States, including the early days of automobiles, the World Wars, and the rise of mass media.

Childhood and education

Williams's childhood was marked by his dual heritage, with a white father from an English-speaking background and a mother of Puerto Rican descent. He spent his early years in Puerto Rico and then in New York City, where he attended public schools. He later studied at the University of Pennsylvania, where he met Ezra Pound and Hilda Doolittle (H.D.), who would become important literary figures. Williams pursued medical studies, eventually specializing in pediatrics, a profession that deeply informed his poetic vision by keeping him grounded in the realities of everyday life and human experience.

Literary trajectory

Williams's literary career began during his university years, where he became involved with the Imagist movement, though he later diverged from its more rigid tenets. His early collections of poetry, such as *The Tempers* (1913) and *Al Que Quiere!* (1917), began to establish his distinctive voice. He gained significant recognition for *Spring and All* (1923) and *The Great American Novel* (1920). His long poem *Paterson* (1946-1958) is considered his magnum opus, a sprawling, multi-part work that attempted to capture the essence of American life in the modern era. Throughout his life, he also wrote plays, essays, and a novel.

Works, style, and literary characteristics

Key works include *Spring and All*, *Paterson*, *Pictures from Brueghel and Other Poems*, and his autobiography, *Yes, Mrs. Williams*. Williams's dominant themes include the beauty and significance of the ordinary, the complexities of American identity, the relationship between art and life, and the specificities of the American landscape and language. His style is characterized by its use of colloquial American speech, its emphasis on clear, concrete imagery, and its rejection of traditional poetic forms. He advocated for "no ideas but in things," meaning poetry should arise directly from observed reality. His poetic voice is often direct, observant, and empathetic. Williams was a pioneer of free verse, developing his own "variable foot" measure, which sought to capture the natural rhythms of American speech. His innovations in form and language helped define a distinctly American poetic idiom.

Cultural and historical context

Williams was a contemporary of many key Modernist figures, including Ezra Pound, T.S. Eliot, and Marianne Moore. While he shared some Imagist principles with Pound and H.D., he often diverged from their more European-influenced aesthetics, championing a uniquely American voice. His career coincided with major historical events like World War I and II, the Great Depression, and the burgeoning civil rights movement, all of which, directly or indirectly, found their way into his observations of American life.

Personal life

Williams's life as a practicing pediatrician in his hometown of Rutherford, New Jersey, profoundly shaped his perspective. His family life, including his marriage to Flossie, and his relationships with his children, provided a grounding influence. His professional responsibilities often limited his ability to fully immerse himself in literary circles, but he maintained close friendships with many writers, including Pound, who acted as his early champion and correspondent. His commitment to his patients and his community was as central to his identity as his writing.

Recognition and reception

While Williams achieved a dedicated following among poets and critics during his lifetime, his broader recognition came later. He received critical acclaim for *Paterson* and was awarded the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1963 for *Pictures from Brueghel and Other Poems*. His influence grew significantly in the post-war period, particularly with the rise of the Beat Generation poets, who saw him as a crucial precursor to their own experimental approaches to language and form.

Influences and legacy

Williams was influenced by the Imagists, Walt Whitman, and the everyday reality he encountered as a doctor. His legacy is immense; he is considered one of the most important American poets of the 20th century. His emphasis on American vernacular, concrete imagery, and the exploration of the local has had a profound impact on subsequent generations of poets, including the Beats, the Black Mountain poets, and many contemporary American writers. His championing of a poetry rooted in everyday experience continues to resonate.

Interpretation and critical analysis

Williams's poetry is often analyzed for its engagement with American identity, its representation of the working class and ordinary life, and its formal innovations. Critics explore the tension between his medical practice and his poetic practice, and how his observations of the human body and social conditions informed his verse. His commitment to the "local" as a source of universal truth is a recurring point of critical discussion.

Curiosities and lesser-known aspects

Williams's dual career as a poet and a pediatrician is perhaps his most striking characteristic. He often carried a notebook with him during his medical rounds, jotting down observations that would later find their way into his poems. His close correspondence with Ezra Pound was instrumental in his early career. He was known for his energetic and direct personality, much like his poetry.

Death and memory

William Carlos Williams died at his home in Rutherford, New Jersey. His death was a significant loss to American literature, but his work continued to be widely read, studied, and celebrated. His influence remains strong, and he is remembered as a poet who found profound beauty and meaning in the everyday world.