William Carlos Williams

First, I must say that I love the name William Carlos Williams. It hints at the type of poetry he writes. He belongs to the imagist school of poetry, which we learned about last year in English III. Here are the two poems that were featured in our literature book

The Red Wheelbarrow

William Carlos Williams

so much depends

upon

a red wheel

barrow

glazed with rain

water

beside the white

chickens

This Is Just to Say

William Carlos Williams

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

Forgotten

Serena

The piano, its

eighty-eight keys

old and chipped

and faded

could still make

beautiful music

if skilled hands

would caress it