[New-Poetry] Re: By Williams Carlos Williams - Poems 1928 (Anny Ballardini)

[Crisman Cooley]

Anny,
Thanks for the WCW-- you picked out a great one here, I think...  
beautiful, and except for too many whiches bewhiching.

Crisman


> Date: Sat, 8 Jul 2006 21:53:14 +0200
> From: "Anny Ballardini" <anny.ballardini at tin.it>
> Subject: [New-Poetry] By Williams Carlos Williams - Poems 1928
>
> THE SOURCE
>
> I
>
> The slope of the heavy woods
> pales and disappears
> in the wall of mist that hides
>
> the edge above whose peak
> last night the moon--
>
> But it is morning and a new light
> marks other things
> a pasture which begins
>
> where silhouettes of scrub
> and balsams stand uncertainly
>
> On whose green three maples
> are distinctly pressed
> beside a red barn
>
> with new shingles in the old
> all cancelled by
>
> A triple elm's inverted
> lichen mottled
> triple thighs from which
>
> wisps of twigs
> droop with sharp leaves
>
> Which shake in the crutch
> brushing the stained bark
> fitfully
>
> II
>
> Beyond which lies
> the profound detail of the woods
> restless, distressed
>
> soft underfoot
> the low ferns
>
> Mounting a rusty root
> the pungent mold
> globular fungi
>
> water in an old
> hoof print
>
> Cow dung and in
> the uneven aisles of
> the trees
>
> rock strewn a stone
> half-green
>
> A spring in whose depth
> white sand bubbles
> overflows
>
> clear under late raspberries
> and delicate-stemmed touch-me-nots
>
> Where alders follow it marking
> the low ground
> the water is cast upon
>
> a stair of uneven stones
> with a rustling sound
>
> An edge of bubbles stirs
> swiftness is molded
> speed grows
>
> the profuse body advances
> over the stones unchanged
>