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William Carlos Williams (1882-1963). ENGL 3370: Modern American Poetry. William Carlos Williams, . Early Williams’ Poem “The Wanderer” The verse is Keatsian The poem’s muse is Williams’ grandmother The poem’s most important moment is the poet’s plunge into “the filthy Passaic of experience” - PowerPoint PPT PresentationTRANSCRIPT
William Carlos Williams (1882-1963)
ENGL 3370: Modern American Poetry
Major American Writers: Wallace Stevens
William Carlos Williams (1883-1963)
Major American Writers: Wallace Stevens
William Carlos Williams (1883-1963)
Major American Writers: Wallace Stevens
William Carlos Williams (1883-1963)
Major American Writers: Wallace Stevens
William Carlos Williams (1883-1963)
William Carlos Williams,
Early Williams’ Poem “The Wanderer”
The verse is KeatsianThe poem’s muse is Williams’ grandmotherThe poem’s most important moment is the
poet’s plunge into “the filthy Passaic of experience”
Grandma Muse teaches the poet to be “mostly silent”
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But the thing that stands eternally in the way of really good writing is always one: the virtual impossibility of lifting to the imagination those things which lie under the direct scrutiny of the senses, close to the nose. It is this difficulty that sets a value upon all works of art and makes them a necessity. The senses witnessing what is immediately before them in detail see a finality which they cling to in despair, not knowing which way to turn. Thus this so-called or scientific array becomes fixed, the walking devil of modern life. He who even nicks the solidity of this apparition does a piece of work superior to that of Hercules when he cleared the Augean stables.—William Carlos Williams, "Kora in Hell"
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William Carlos Williams
Edgar Degas (1834-1917—famous Impressionist painter): I would like to write poetry but I don’t have any ideas.
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Stéphane Mallarmé (1842-1898)—French symbolist poet): My dear Degas, poems are not made out of ideas. They are made out of words.
—Say it, no Ideas but in things.—William Carlos Williams, Paterson
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found poem
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Poetry
found poem
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William Carlos Williams
The white of the page, according to Williams = the c in Einstein’s E = mc2: the speed of light.
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The Red Wheelbarrow
so much dependsupon
a red wheelbarrow
glazed with rainwater
beside the whitechickens.--William Carlos Williams
This Is Just To Say
I have eatenthe plumsthat were inthe icebox
and whichyou were probablysavingfor breakfast
Forgive methey were deliciousso sweetand so cold--William Carlos Williams
William Carlos Williams, The Red Wheelbarrow
so much dependsupon
a red wheelBarrow
glazed with rainWater
beside the whitechickens.
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William Carlos Williams, “Danse Russe”
If when my wife is sleepingand the baby and Kathleenare sleepingand the sun is a flame-white discin silken mistsabove shining trees,–if I in my north roomdance naked, grotesquelybefore my mirrorwaving my shirt round my headand singing softly to myself:"I am lonely, lonely.I was born to be lonely,I am best so!”If I admire my arms, my face,my shoulders, flanks, buttocksagainst the yellow drawn shades,– Who shall say I am notthe happy genius of my household? ENGL 3370: Modern
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Confessional Poetry
William Carlos Williams, “The Young Housewife”
AT ten A.M. the young housewifemoves about in negligee behindthe wooden walls of her husband's house.I pass solitary in my car. Then again she comes to the curbto call the ice-man, fish-man, and standsshy, uncorseted, tucking instray ends of hair, and I compare herto a fallen leaf.
The noiseless wheels of my carrush with a crackling sound overdried leaves as I bow and pass smiling.
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Major American Writers: Wallace Stevens
William Carlos Williams (1883-1963)
William Carlos Williams, “Landscape with the Fall of Icarus”
According to Brueghelwhen Icarus fellit was spring
a farmer was ploughinghis fieldthe whole pageantry
of the year wasawake tinglingNear
the edge of the seaConcernedwith itself
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William Carlos Williams, “Landscape with the Fall of Icarus”
sweating in the sunthat meltedthe wings' wax
Unsignificantlyoff the coastthere was
a splash quite unnoticedthis wasIcarus drowning
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William Carlos Williams, “Landscape with the Fall of Icarus”
ENGL 3370: Modern American Poetry
William Carlos Williams, Asphodel, That Greeny Flower
ENGL 3370: Modern American Poetry
William Carlos Williams, Asphodel, That Greeny Flower
BOOK IOf asphodel, that greeny flower,
like a buttercupupon its branching
stem—save that it's green and wooden—
I come, my sweet,to sing to you.
We lived long togethera life filled,
if you will,with flowers. So that
I was cheeredwhen I came first to
knowthat there were flowers also
in hell.Today
I'm filled with the fading memory of those flowersthat we both loved,
even to this poor
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BOOK Icolorless thing—
I saw itwhen I was a child—
little prized among the livingbut the dead see,
asking among themselves:What do I remember
that was shapedas this thing is
shaped?while our eyes fill
with tears.Of love, abiding love
it will be tellingthough too weak a wash of crimson
colors itto make it wholly credible.
There is somethingsomething urgent
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BOOK II have to say to you
and you alonebut it must wait
while I drink inthe joy of your approach,
perhaps for the last time.And so
with fear in my heartI drag it out
and keep on talkingfor I dare not stop.
Listen while I talk onagainst time.
It will not befor long.
I have forgotand yet I see clearly enough
somethingENGL 3370: Modern
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BOOK Icentral to the sky
which ranges round it.An odor
springs from it!A sweetest odor!
Honeysuckle! And nowthere comes the buzzing of a bee!
and a whole floodof sister memories!
Only give me time,time to recall them
before I shall speak out.Give me time,
time.When I was a boy
I kept a bookto which, from time
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BOOK Ito time,
I added pressed flowersuntil, after a time,
I had a good collection.The asphodel,
forebodingly,among them.
I bring you,reawakened,
a memory of those flowers.
They were sweetwhen I pressed
themand retained
something of their sweetnessa long time.
It is a curious odor,a moral odor,
that brings me
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BOOK Inear to you.
The colorwas the first to go.
There had come to mea challenge,
your dear self,mortal as I was,
the lily's throatto the hummingbird!
Endless wealth,I thought,
held out its arms to me.A thousand topics
in an apple blossom.The generous earth
itselfgave us lief.
The whole worldbecame my garden!
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BOOK IBut the sea
which no one tendsis also a garden
when the sun strikes itand the waves
are wakened.I have seen it
and so have youwhen it puts all
flowersto shame.
Too, there are the starfishstiffened by the sun
and other sea wrackand weeds. We knew that
along with the rest of itfor we were born by the sea,
knew its rose hedgesto the very water's
brink.
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BOOK IThere the pink mallow grows
and in their seasonstrawberries
and there, later,we went to gather
the wild plum.I cannot say
that I have gone to hellfor your love
but oftenfound myself there
in your pursuit.I do not like it
and wanted to bein heaven. Hear me
out. Do not turn away. ENGL 3370: Modern
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BOOK II have learned much in my life
from booksand out of them
about love.Death
is not the end of it.There is a hierarchy
which can be attained,I think,
in its service.Its guerdon
is a fairy flower;a cat of twenty lives.
If no one came to try itthe world
would be the loser.It has been
for you and meENGL 3370: Modern American Poetry
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BOOK Ias one who watches a storm
come in over the water.We have stood
from year to yearbefore the spectacle of our lives
with joined hands.The storm unfolds.
Lightningplays about the
edges of the cloudsThe sky to the north
is placid,blue in the afterglow
as the storm piles up.It is a flower
that will soon reachthe apex of its bloom.
We danced,in our minds,
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BOOK Iand read a book together.
You remember?It was a serious
book.And so books
entered our lives.The sea! The sea!
Alwayswhen I think of the
seathere comes to mind
the Iliadand Helen's public
faultthat bred it.
Were it not for thatthere would have
beenno poem but the world
if we had remembered,those crimson petals
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BOOK Ispilled among the stones,
would have called it simplymurder.
The sexual orchid that bloomed thensending so many
disinterestedmen to their graves
has left its memoryto a race of fools
or heroesif silence is a virtue.
The sea alonewith its multiplicity
holds any hope.The storm
has proven abortivebut we remain
after the thoughts it roused
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BOOK Ito
re-cement our lives.It is the mind
the mindthat must be cured
short of death'sintervention,
and the will becomes againa garden. The poem
is complex and the place madein our lives
for the poem.Silence can be complex too,
but you do not get farwith silence.
Begin again.It is like Homer's
catalogue of ships:ENGL 3370: Modern American Poetry
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BOOK Iit fills up the time.
I speak in figures,well enough, the
dressesyou wear are figures also,
we could not meetotherwise. When I
speakof flowers
it is to recallthat at one time
we were young.All women are not Helen,
I know that,but have Helen in their hearts.
My sweet,you have it also,
thereforeI love you
and could not love you otherwise. . . .Imagine you saw
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BOOK IA field made up of women
all silver-whiteWhat should you do
but love thm?The storm bursts
or fades! It is notThe end of the world.
Love is something else,or so thought it,
A garden which expandsthough I knew you as a woman
and never thought you otherwise,Until the whole sea
has been taken upand all its gardens
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BOOK IIt was the love of love,
the love that swallows up all else,a grateful love,
A love of nature, of people,animals,
a love engenderingGentleness and goodness
that moved meand that I saw in
you.I should have known
though I did not,that the lily-of-the-valley
is a flower makes many ill who whiff it.
We had our children,
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BOOK Irivals in the general onslaught.
I put them asidethough I cared for
themas well as any man
could care for his childrenaccording to my
lights.You understand
I had to meet youafter the event
and have still to meet you. Love
to which you too shall bowalong with me—
a flowera weakest flower
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BOOK I
shall be our trust and not because we are too feebleto do otherwise but because at the height of my powerI risked what I had to do, therefore to prove that we love each otherwhile my very bones sweated that I could not cry to you in the act.
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BOOK IOf asphodel, that greeny flower,
I come, my sweet,to sing to you!
My heart rousesthinking to bring you news
of somethingthat concerns you
and concerns many men. Look atwhat passes for the
new.You will not find it there but in
despised poems.It is difficult
to get the news from poemsyet men die miserably every day
for lackof what is found there.
Hear me outfor I too am
concerned
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BOOK Iand every man
who wants to die at peace in his bedbesides.
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BOOK II . . .The poem
if it reflects the seareflects only
its danceupon that profound depth
whereit seems to triumph.
The bomb puts an endto all that.
I am remindedthat the bomb
alsois a flower
dedicatedhowbeit
to our destruction.ENGL 3370: Modern
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BOOK II (ctd.)The mere picture
of the exploding bombfascinates us
so that we cannot waitto prostrate ourselves
before it. We do not believethat love
can so wreck our lives.The end
will comein its time.
Meanwhilewe are sick to death
of the bomband its childlike
insistence.Death is no answer,
no answer— ENGL 3370: Modern American Poetry
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BOOK II (ctd.)to a blind old man
whose boneshave the movement
of the sea,a sexless old man
for whom it is a seaof which his verses
are made up.There is no power
so great as lovewhich is a sea,
which is a garden—as enduring
as the versesof that blind old man
destinedto live forever.
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BOOK II (ctd.)
Few men believe thatnor in the games of children.
They believe ratherin the bomb
and shall die bythe bomb. . . .
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BOOK III
What power has love but forgiveness?In other words
by its interventionwhat has been done
can be undone.What good is it
otherwise?Because of this
I have invoked the flowerin that
frail as it isafter winter's harshness
it comes againto delect us.
Asphodel, the ancients believed,in hell's despite
was such a flower. ENGL 3370: Modern American Poetry
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BOOK III (ctd.)
With daisies piedand violets blue,
we say, the spring of the yearcomes in!
So may it bewith the spring of love's year
alsoif we can but find
the secret wordto transform it.
It is ridiculouswhat airs we put on
to seem profoundwhile our hearts
gasp dyingfor want of love.
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BOOK III (ctd.)
Having your loveI was rich.
Thinking to have lost itI am tortured
and cannot rest.I do not come to you
abjectlywith confessions of my faults,
I have confessed,all of them.
In the name of loveI come proudly
as to an equalto be forgiven.
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BOOK III (ctd.)
Let me, for I knowyou take it hard,
with good reason,give the steps
if it may beby which you shall mount,
again to think wellof me. . . .
Sweet, creep into my arms!I spoke hurriedly
in the spellof some wry impulse
when I boastedthat there was
any pride left in me.Do not believe it. ENGL 3370: Modern
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BOOK III (ctd.)Unless
in a special way,a way I shrink to speak of
I am proud. After that mannerI call on you
as I do on myself the sameto forgive all women
who have offended you.It is the artist's failing
to seek and to yieldsuch forgiveness.
It will cure us both. . . .
There are many other flowersI could recall
for your pleasure:the small yellow sweet-scented violet
that grewin marshy places!
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BOOK III (ctd.)
You were like thosethough I quickly
correct myselffor you were a woman
and no flowerand had to face
the problems which confront a woman.But you were for all that
flowerlikeand I say this to you now
and it is the thingwhich compounded
my tormentthat I never
forgot it.You have forgiven me
making me new again. ENGL 3370: Modern American Poetry
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BOOK III (ctd.)
So that herein the place
dedicated in the imaginationto memory
of the deadI bring you
a last flower. Don't thinkthat because I say this
in a poemit can be treated
lightlyor that the facts will not uphold it.
Are facts not flowersand flowers facts
or poems flowersor all works of the imagination,
interchangeable?ENGL 3370: Modern
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BOOK III (ctd.)
Which provesthat love
rules them all, for thenyou will be my queen,
my queen of loveforever more.
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CODAInseparable from the fire
its lighttakes precedence
over it.Then follows
what we have dreaded—but it can never
overcome what has gone before.In the huge gap
between the flashand the thunderstroke
spring has come inor a deep snow
fallen.Call it old age.
In that stretchwe have lived to see
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CODA (ctd.)a colt kick up his heels.
Do not hastenlaugh and play
in an eternitythe heat will not overtake the light.
That's sure.That gelds the bomb,
permittingthat the mind
contain it.This is that interval,
that sweetest interval,when love will
blossom,come early, come late
and give itself to the lover.Only the imagination is real!
I have declared ittime without end.
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CODA (ctd.)If a man die
it is because deathhas first
possessed his imagination.But if he refuse death—
no greater evilcan befall him
unless it be the death of lovemeet him
in full career.Then indeed
for himthe light has gone out.But love and the imagination
are of a piece,swift as the light
to avoid destruction.ENGL 3370: Modern
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CODA (ctd.)So we come to watch time’s flight
As we might watchSummer lightning
or fireflies, secure,by grace of the
imaginationsafe in its care.
For ifthe light itself
has escaped,the whole edifice opposed to it
goes down.Light, the imagination
and love,in our age,
by natural law,which we worship,
maintainall of a piece
their dominance.
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CODA (ctd.)So let us love
confident as is the lightIn its struggle with
darknessThat there is as much to say
and morefor the one side
and that not the darkerwhich John Donne
for instanceamong many men
presents to us.In the controversy
touching the youngerand the older Tolstoi,
Villon, St. Anthony, Kung,Rimbaud, Buddha
and Abraham Lincolnthe palm goes
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CODA (ctd.)always to the light;
Who most shall advance the light—Call it what you may!
The lightfor all time shall outspeed
the thunder crack.Medieval pageantry
is human and we enjoythe rumor of it
as in our world we enjoythe reading of Chaucer,
likewisea priest's raiment
(or that of a savage chieftain).It is all
a celebration of the light.All the pomp and ceremony
of weddings,ENGL 3370: Modern American Poetry
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CODA (ctd.)“Sweet Thames, run softly
till I end my song,”—Are of an equal sort.
For our wedding, too,the light was wakened
and shone. The light!the light stood before us
waiting!I thought the world
stood still.At the altar
so intent was Ibefore my vows,
so moved by your presencea girl so pale
and ready to faintthat I pitied
and wanted to protect you.
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CODA (ctd.)As I think of it now,
after a lifetime,it is as if
a sweet-scented flowerwere poised
and for me did open.Asphodel
has no odorsave to the
imaginationbut it too
celebrates the light.It is late
but an odoras from our wedding
has revived for meand begun again to penetrate
into all crevicesof my world.
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