William Williams
William Williams
business love
The business of love iscruelty which,by our wills,we transformto live together.
red
so much dependsupona red wheelbarrowglazed with rainwaterbeside the whitechickens.
ground perform teach
I will teach you my townspeoplehow to perform a funeralfor you have it over a troopof artists--unless one should scour the world--you have the ground sense necessary.
crowd
It is summer, it is the solsticethe crowd ischeering, the crowd is laughingin detailpermanently, seriouslywithout thought.
dating night room
Night is a room darkened for lovers. . . .
current difficulty everyday habits lives lucky lying pure push secret seldom send speech spring telling themselves thousand
This is where the difficulty lies. We are lucky when that underground current can be tapped and the secret spring of all our lives will send up its pure water. It seldom happens. A thousand trivialities push themselves to the front, our lying habits of everyday speech and thought are foremost, telling us that that is what "they" want to hear. Tell them something else.
alone drink joy last perhaps urgent wait
There is something something urgent I have to say to you and you alone but it must wait while I drink in the joy of your approach, perhaps for the last time.
drink joy last
There is somethingsomething urgentI have to say to youand you alonebut it must waitwhile I drink inthe joy of your approach,perhaps for the last time.
genius happy shall
Who shall say I am not the happy genius of my household?
genius happy shall
Who shall say I am notthe happy genius of my household?
inside itself shall storm time
Time is a storm in which we are all lost. Only inside the convolutions of the storm itself shall we find our directions.
blind lives
We are blind and live our blind lives out in blindness.
prepared sleeping sure thus wise
Thus having prepared their budsagainst a sure winterthe wise treesstand sleeping in the cold.
assertion broken environment failing lifting means poem social thus total toward
The poem, to me (until I go broke) is an attempt, an experiment, a failing experiment, toward assertion with broken means but an assertion, always, of a new and total culture, the lifting of an environment to expression. Thus it is social, the poem is a social instrument.