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William Carlos Williams loved colors
- Yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow!
- It is not a color.
- It is summer!
- It is the wind on a willow,
- the lap of waves, the shadow
- under a bush, a bird, a bluebird,
- three herons, a dead hawk
- rotting on a pole--
- Clear yellow!
- It is a piece of blue paper
- in the grass or a threecluster of
- green walnuts swaying, children
- playing croquet or one boy
- fishing, a man
- swinging his pink fists
- as he walks--
- It is ladysthumb, forget-me-nots
- in the ditch, moss under
- the flange of the carrail, the
- wavy lines in split rock, a
- great oaktree--
- It is a disinclination to be
- five red petals or a rose, it is
- a cluster of birdsbreast flowers
- on a red stem six feet high,
- four open yellow petals
- above sepals curled
- backward into reverse spikes--
- Tufts of purple grass spot the
- green meadow and clouds the sky.
- William Carlos Williams
2 comments:
Oh that's so lovely! "Forget-me-nots/in the ditch." I'm inspired by the concept of this poem. I'm especially intrigued that he used pink, blue and green in describing yellow. What does a color remind you of? Even if "It is not a color."
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