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A review by jonfaith
The Selected Poems Of William Carlos Williams by William Carlos Williams
4.0
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.
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.