the faces are raised
as toward the light
there is no detail extraneous

You know, I credit Mike Puma with this turn, oh and Robert Zimmerman and maybe Ezra Pound. All these loose associations led a curious thrust into verse these last days of 2015. It might prove habit forming. There is something remarkable to wake from a deep slumber and find traction into verse. My initial encounters were ill defined. Form was found as I progressed.

Without other cost than breath
and the poor soul,
carried in the cage of the ribs,
chirping shrilly

The world of Williams appear to exist as a collection of things. There's stuff and some of it is alive. We are enriched by this awareness, if not the distinction. There doesn't appear to be any greater point. There is a melody then of thing-ness. I am quite tempted to now approach his long-form verse.

This guy knew what poetry was about and almost every one of these poems is like a moment captured in amber. Read it!

Ah I wanted so badly to enjoy these poems but I found the language dull and the subject matter to be uninteresting. My favorite poem from this collection was "The Red Wheelbarrow', mainly because I had heard it somewhere before and thought it to be beautiful and zen. Maybe I'll give Williams another shot another day.

William Carlos Williams was seminal in opening my heart and mind to contemporary poetry. An influence, sweety pie, darling.
He saw the poetic potential of everything!!!!!

I just didn’t get it, there were a few that were brilliant, but most I just didn’t understand. Maybe I’ll revisit this when I’m better read.

I love the simplicity of his poetry...so much can be interpreted and/or extrapolated to fill-in the narrative.

I have read
the poems
that were in
the anthology

from which
I had
long
admired this one

Forgive me
I liked the short ones
so precise
and so right

Water falls
How Waterfalls