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The Disputants

The Disputants
Upon the table in their bowl
in violent disarray
of yellow sprays, green spikes
of leaves, red pointed petals
and curled heads of blue
and white among the litter
of the forks and crumbs and plates
the flowers remain composed.
Coolly their colloquy continues
above the coffee and loud talk
grown frail as vaudeville.
357

The Artist

The Artist
Mr T.
bareheaded
in a soiled undershirt
his hair standing out
on all sides
stood on his toes
heels together
arms gracefully
for the moment
curled above his head.
Then he whirled about
bounded
into the air
and with an entrechat
perfectly achieved
completed the figure.
My mother
taken by surprise
where she sat
in her invalid's chair
was left speechless.
Bravo! she cried at last
and clapped her hands.
The man's wife
came from the kitchen:
What goes on here? she said.
But the show was over.
461

The Cold Night

The Cold Night
It is cold. The white moon
is up among her scattered stars--
like the bare thighs of
the Police Sergeant's wife--among
her five children . . .
No answer. Pale shadows lie upon
the frosted grass. One answer:
It is midnight, it is still
and it is cold . . . !
White thights of the sky! a
new answer out of the depths of
my male belly: In April . . .
In April I shall see again--In April!
the round and perfects thighs
of the Police Sergeant's wife
perfect still after many babies.
Oya!
278

Smell

Smell
Oh strong-ridged and deeply hollowed
nose of mine! what will you not be smelling?
What tactless asses we are, you and I, boney nose,
always indiscriminate, always unashamed,
and now it is the souring flowers of the bedreggled
poplars: a festering pulp on the wet earth
beneath them. With what deep thirst
we quicken our desires
to that rank odor of a passing springtime!
Can you not be decent? Can you not reserve your ardors
for something less unlovely? What girl will care
for us, do you think, if we continue in these ways?
Must you taste everything? Must you know everything?
Must you have a part in everything?
407

Queen Anne's Lace

Queen Anne's Lace
Her body is not so white as
anemone petals nor so smooth--nor
so remote a thing. It is a field
of the wild carrot taking
thefield by force; the grass
does not raise above it.
Here is no question of whiteness,
white as can be, with a purple mole
at the center of each flower.
Each flower is a hand's span
of her whiteness. Wherever
his hand has lain there is
a tiny purple blossom under his touch
to which the fibres of her being
stem one by one, each to its end,
until the whole field is a
white desire, empty, a single stem,
a cluster, flower by flower,
a pious wish to whiteness gone over--
or nothing.
467

Poem

Poem
As the cat
climbed over
the top of
the jamcloset
first the right
forefoot
carefully
then the hind
stepped down
into the pit of
the empty
flowerpot.
273

Portrait of a Lady

Portrait of a Lady
Your thighs are appletrees
whose blossoms touch the sky.
Which sky? The sky
where Watteau hung a lady's
slipper. Your knees
are a southern breeze -- or
a gust of snow. Agh! what
sort of man was Fragonard?
-- As if that answered
anything. -- Ah, yes. Below
the knees, since the tune
drops that way, it is
one of those white summer days,
the tall grass of your ankles
flickers upon the shore --
Which shore? --
the sand clings to my lips --
Which shore?
Agh, petals maybe. How
should I know?
Which shore? Which shore?
-- the petals from some hidden
appletree -- Which shore?
I said petals from an appletree.
313

Peace on Earth

Peace on Earth
The Archer is wake!
The Swan is flying!
Gold against blue
An Arrow is lying.
There is hunting in heaven--
Sleep safe till tomorrow.
The Bears are abroad!
The Eagle is screaming!
Gold against blue
Their eyes are gleaming!
Sleep!
Sleep safe till tomorrow.
The Sisters lie
With their arms intertwining;
Gold against blue
Their hair is shining!
The Serpent writhes!
Orion is listening!
Gold against blue
His sword is glistening!
Sleep!
There is hunting in heaven--
Sleep safe till tomorrow.
389

Overture to a Dance of Locomotives

Overture to a Dance of Locomotives
Men with picked voices chant the names
of cities in a huge gallery: promises
that pull through descending stairways
to a deep rumbling.
The rubbing feet
of those coming to be carried quicken a
grey pavement into soft light that rocks
to and fro, under the domed ceiling,
across and across from pale
earthcolored walls of bare limestone.
Covertly the hands of a great clock
go round and round! Were they to
move quickly and at once the whole
secret would be out and the shuffling
of all ants be done forever.
A leaning pyramid of sunlight, narrowing
out at a high window, moves by the clock:
disaccordant hands straining out from
a center: inevitable postures infinitely
repeated--
two--twofour--twoeight!
Porters in red hats run on narrow platforms.
This way ma'am!
--important not to take
the wrong train!
Lights from the concrete
ceiling hang crooked but--
Poised horizontal
on glittering parallels the dingy cylinders
packed with a warm glow--inviting entry--
pull against the hour. But brakes can
hold a fixed posture till--
The whistle!
Not twoeight. Not twofour. Two!
Gliding windows. Colored cooks sweating
in a small kitchen. Taillights--
In time: twofour!
In time: twoeight!
--rivers are tunneled: trestles
cross oozy swampland: wheels repeating
the same gesture remain relatively
stationary: rails forever parallel
return on themselves infinitely.
The dance is sure.

517

Memory of April

Memory of April
You say love is this, love is that:
Poplar tassels, willow tendrils
the wind and the rain comb,
tinkle and drip, tinkle and drip--
branches drifting apart. Hagh!
Love has not even visited this country.
318

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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.