3 Poems by William Carlos Williams
Flowers by the Sea When over the flowery, sharp pasture's edge, unsee, the salt ocean lifts its form -- chicory and daisies ties, release, seem hardly flowers alone but color and the movement -- or the shape perhaps -- of restlessness, whereas the sea is circled and sways peacefully upon its plantlike stem The Red Wheelbarrow so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens. This Is Just To Say I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfast Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold