Epitaph

William Carlos Williams

An old willow with hollow branches
slowly swayed his few high gright tendrils
and sang:

Love is a young green willow
shimmering at the bare wood’s edge.

Next 10 Poems

• William Carlos Williams : First Praise
• William Carlos Williams : Great Mullen
• William Carlos Williams : Hic Jacet
• William Carlos Williams : January
• William Carlos Williams : January Morning: Suite 01
• William Carlos Williams : January Morning: Suite 02
• William Carlos Williams : January Morning: Suite 03
• William Carlos Williams : January Morning: Suite 04
• William Carlos Williams : January Morning: Suite 05
• William Carlos Williams : January Morning: Suite 06

Previous 10 Poems

• William Carlos Williams : El Hombre
• William Carlos Williams : Dedication For A Plot Of Ground
• William Carlos Williams : Death The Barber
• William Carlos Williams : Dawn
• William Carlos Williams : Danse Russe
• William Carlos Williams : Daisy
• William Carlos Williams : Complete Destruction
• William Carlos Williams : Complaint
• William Carlos Williams : Blueflags
• William Carlos Williams : Blizzard