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NatashaOladokun: I LOVE this WILLIAM Carlos Williams poem

EllaMariaWrites: I think all writing is a disease. You can’t stop it.” — William Carlos Williams

KlamutKatarzyna: Inspired by William Carlos Williams' poems

rabihalameddine: This was the poem of the day six years ago: The Widow’s Lament in Springtime by William Carlos Williams

jackclarkSF: The "and so old" is inspired by the (much better poem) by william carlos williams that ends with "and so cold". However, moons are superior to peaches imho

MisterBossy: Has gone further in furthering those possibilities than any envisioned by William Carlos Williams or by the many poets whose work Williams' made possible

virginlenin: i cant accept any poetry post-william carlos williams sorry

glenn_p_filipe: William Carlos Williams when his roommate asks him what happened to his plums in the icebox

ValAndrews18: William Carlos Williams and his poem the Centarian. A warm tribute to an 100 year old woman. A poem of respect for age. A reminder for us in this pandemic times. Poet attributes her longevity to her steady mind and strong heart. Her spirit, her spirituality and zest for life.

SeanSingerPoet: William Carlos Williams

nicfegan: just saw someone on facebook compare rupi kaur and william carlos williams and i'm having an aneurysm ..

sheedemilio: Left my tangerines on the counter and it got one of them William Carlos Williams letters when I get home, I’mma be sick

CrimPublishing: With apologies to William Carlos Williams, but they really have become my lockdown snack of choice. This is not an advertisement, but a cry for help.

Bretmw_Author: Some nights you just have to have a few bourbons and call it a poetry night. William Carlos Williams research.

BeineckeLibrary: William Carlos Williams Papers

Bretmw_Author: Oh my…. I could go on for days trying to emulate William Carlos Williams. Maybe he was related to me. Or I to him.

RochelleDeans: - Pygmalion retelling? Who even knows that myth. - Also e.e. cummings, William Carlos Williams, and Emily Dickinson references. It's like going to school. - It's in verse. - The gaslighting is a LOT - okay but actually it's not finished yet so please don't read it

dyingplatypus: '... saxifrage is my flower that splits the rock' —William Carlos Williams

aspaul: Found this screenshot of an old NextDoor post in my camera roll. It’s like if William Carlos Williams wrote a poem about his unsatisfactory experience at Mimi’s Cafe

danahscott: “I saw a red wheelbarrow in my neighbor’s backyard. If only there had been a white chicken.” - a poem my dad wrote on the spot after i told him how jealous i was of william carlos williams

shewfig: Either Emily Dickinson or William Carlos Williams.

abysma33: William Carlos Williams

KeepCalmKlingon: guy who thinks “WCW” stands for William Carlos Williams

theodinspire: tfw your William Carlos Williams joke fails to land in the Discord

YogiScottL: It is difficult to get the news from poems yet men die miserably every day for lack of what is found there. ~ William Carlos Williams

evilrooster: William Carlos Williams

fredfred: so much depends upon william carlos williams with the best imaginary twitter account

HCLibraries: March 4 at 7pm, celebrate the opening of "Writing the Modern World: Wallace Stevens, William Carlos Williams, and Science and Technology in the United States" with talks by curator Charlotte Scott '21 and collector Alan Klein '81! Details here:

nocontactmag: Just imagining William Carlos Williams going through his notes app and saying "oh hell yeah that one's a banger"

Blaatimmen: so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens — William Carlos Williams

aliner: Two fascinators from Rene Char, the first translated by Mary Ann Caws, the second by William Carlos Williams.

ChrisBohjalian: “Thus having prepared their buds Against a sure winter The wise trees Stand sleeping in the cold.” — William Carlos Williams

6Six_is_9Nine: William Carlos Williams Puerto Rican-American Imagist (1883-1963) "The Great Figure" (1921) illustrations: ~Self-portrait by Williams ~"Figure 5" by Charles Demuth Metropolitan Museum of Art

BeineckeLibrary: In Memoriam: Lawrence Ferlinghetti I hope to have Ginsberg's book out by April ... If you would like to write a very very short foreword, it would be an excellent thing to have in the book." Lawrence Ferlinghetti to William Carlos Williams, 1/26/1956 in

ValAndrews18: William Carlos Williams (1883 – 1963) was a Puerto Rican-American[1] poet, writer, and physician. This is a wonderful simple poem or is it? From Spring and all, 1922. ‘It is difficult toget the news from poems, yet men die miserably every day for lack of what is found there.’

storyforf: Saxifrage is my flower that splits the rocks. ──William Carlos Williams

barit0wned: [William Carlos Williams voice] forgive me

jubifulco: bringing the william carlos williams “this is just to say” discourse back to twitter for this absolutely spectacular zoom comment:

alanhogg: I just made a William Carlos Williams joke on Slack. My entire team got it. You can fight me that an English degree isn’t an awesome achievement!

late_lewis: (poem by William Carlos Williams)

raiseondetra: I think William Carlos Williams is the best name of all time

chikuwa100q_bot: 73. Poets are damned/ but they are not blind, they see with the eyes of the angels. [William Carlos Williams]

AlxSavage: After this film, every time I see a William Carlos Williams book in a store I try to buy it, as a ritual. All because his poetry, just as much as Paterson, are tokens for remembering to find poetry in the mundane.

AlxSavage: "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" (This is just to say, a poem by William Carlos Williams)

rxbun: This Is Just To Say BY 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

GreensboroHub: Do not follow where the path may lead. Go instead where there is no path and leave a trail. – William Carlos Williams

JoAmiel: Ok literary scholars, do you expect me to believe that there’s no connection between Ford Madox Ford and William Carlos Williams?

JefScotCantrell: And yet one arrives somehow, finds himself loosening the hooks of her dress in a strange bedroom— feels the autumn dropping its silk and linen leaves about her ankles. The tawdry veined body emerges twisted upon itself like a winter wind... "Arrival" by William Carlos Williams

Samantharhill: Winter Trees, by William Carlos Williams All the complicated details of the attiring and the disattiring are completed! A liquid moon moves gently among the long branches. Thus having prepared their buds against a sure winter the wise trees stand sleeping in the cold.

isaackrakowka: can’t believe a William Carlos Williams bot retweeted me. this life sucks

alfonslopeztena: Two poems on Brueghel's Fall of Icarus, by William Carlos Williams and W. H. Auden.

SincerelyBryan: William Carlos Williams, Carlos Williams Carlos

poet: 1. The Red Wheelbarrow 2. Sir Gawain and the Green Knight 3. Sonnet 18 4. Beowulf 5. Constantly Risking Absurdity Also, Floss Williams’, “Reply (Crumpled on Her Desk),” which I only found when reading William Carlos Williams

cutelilbean: Phoebe Bridgers could write The Red Wheelbarrow but William Carlos Williams couldn’t write Graceland Too

zeinsadd: who would've thought that william carlos williams would produce infinitely meme-able content in his poem 'This Is Just To Say' i bet he didn't

ahodgepodgeofit: A fun fact I made up about William Carlos Williams is that his friends called him Billy Carl Billiams.

meadowlandsmuse: Thank you all who attended our zoom talk yesterday evening by Rod Leith and               Della Rowland on “William Carlos Williams—the Doctor and the Poet”.  Check our website and social media for information about our next zoom history talks:

BookmarkWriters: "A poem is a large or small machine made of words" William Carlos Williams

WSandles: Randomly remembering how William Carlos Williams wrote another poet how he "floundered and flunked" for years trying to perfect the style of the Patterson poems.

robert_riedl: the wise trees stand sleeping in the snow. - William Carlos Williams

Optigrab: I wish we could all be William Carlos Williams and use just 20 words about an icebox and have it be deconstructed on a collegiate level.

GMacL114: Crouched amidst the ruins of my Trotskyism and the depths of another Shiraz I watch the eyes of the neo-Kautskyans light up with hope at Starmer's speech. Is this what William Carlos Williams meant by the "mild beer of impotency"?

brandalmighty: ENTHUSIASMS II. William Carlos Williams

FakhreddineHuda: *William Carlos Williams

JVNLA: Beyoncé, William Carlos Williams, and Poetic Stamina • The Showbear Family Circus

lcby: "These are the desolate, dark weeks when nature in its barrenness equals the stupidity of man. The year plunges into night and the heart plunges lower than night..." ☆William Carlos Williams

OolieJ: "Passion will obscure our sense, so that we eat sad stuff and call it nectar." — William Carlos Williams

petercrimmins: I updated William Carlos Williams for y'all:

nonchalantly_: triadic-line poetry? u mean jazz william carlos williams was a jazz poet

berginandwater: ❛ Snow: years of anger following hours that float idly down — the blizzard drifts its weight ❜ -William Carlos Williams

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pekkapeltonen: "the corn become a black smut, and all libraries, of necessity, be burned to the ground as a consequence." - William Carlos Williams, in "Paterson" [2/2]

ThePeterNewton: “I would say that poetry is language charged with emotion. . . A poem is a complete little universe. It exists separately. Any poem that has worth expresses the whole life of the poet. It gives a view of what the poet is.” ~ William Carlos Williams

drmcarley: I am boiling mad’, he declared to one correspondent in the late 1940s, at ‘this morning’s mail from the American Medical Association’, which ‘in the name of “democracy” orders me to pay $25 into their treasury to fight “socialized medicine”’

JTNoetzel: "Then the sun! a clutter of yellow and blue flakes — Hairy looking trees stand out in long alleys over a wild solitude. The man turns and there — his solitary track stretched out upon the world." "Blizzard" by William Carlos Williams"

VTenglish: Gilbert Gottfried reading "This Is Just to Say" by William Carlos Williams, only it's a bot. Look, it's hard to explain

11MAG1: He's dead the dog won't have to sleep on his potatoes any more to keep them from freezing he'd dead the old bastard - he's a bastard because there's nothing legitimate in him any more he's dead -- William Carlos Williams

DeSotelleStudio: READ OF THE WEEK: Selected Poems of William Carlos Williams "And the wind, as before, fingers perfectly its derisive music."

mr_oglesby: “Not only is it necessary to prove the crystal but the crystal must prove permanent by fracture.” — William Carlos Williams, An Essay on Virginia

mattwimberley: “Poets are damned but they are not blind, they see with the eyes of angels.” William Carlos Williams “One of the penalties of an ecological education is that one lives alone in a world of wounds.” Aldo Leopold

askade_skade: Time to get past the plums and read more William Carlos Williams. Great article.

lucubrations: Poem of the Day 2/16 Winter Trees by William Carlos Williams

ohheycarolyn: I can't believe William Carlos Williams' name is William Carlos Williams

Sailorsam56: PBS SCHEDULE - WLAE - February 16, 2021 6pm - Louisiana Public Square 7pm - Justice in Chester 7:30pm - Film-Maker El Balsero/ Spirit Walker 8pm - Faith and Marriage Today 8:30pm - Viva Nola TV 9pm - Poetry in America - 'This Is Just to Say': William Carlos Williams

jazzydaniel55: Michelle left me a note for this morning, and I honestly think it’s straight up a poem. And I don’t mean it metaphorically—it’s literally a poem, solid and sound craft-wise. Very William Carlos Williams. ❤️❤️

samcorb: William Carlos Williams’ wife:

Road_2_Ft_Worth: so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens. -William Carlos Williams

KristerR: I couldn't remember the cold fruit in that William Carlos Williams poem. I plum forgot!

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carobrowna: This Is Just To Say By 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

chris_navin: I’m Sure This Will All Work Out-Links To A William Carlos Williams Poem And A Satirical Tweet By James Lindsay

stuxnetflix: I became interested in William Carlos Williams’s poetry.

PsychobillyBook: Where's the biopic of William Carlos Williams?

weprogressives: My man doing a William Carlos Williams bit

chikuwa100q_bot: 73. Poets are damned/ but they are not blind, they see with the eyes of the angels. [William Carlos Williams]

SynthezoidVis: ‘You lethargic, waiting upon me, waiting for the fire and I attendant upon you, shaken by your beauty Shaken by your beauty Shaken.’ William Carlos Williams, Paterson

RhetoricWar: So much depends On this poem written by William Carlos Williams About a red wheelbarrow Glazed with rain water Beside the white chickens.

EnyaComments: This song evokes a deep sense of sadness in me. Time ravages everything, hope, dreams and even beauty. "Time is a storm in which we are all lost." William Carlos Williams

JOmaha5: XXII, by William Carlos Williams from Spring and All (1923)

eatartdaily: I love it, because it evokes things like love & home & and intimacy without mentioning those things. It is such powerful writing, to write about the big themes without outright stating them. The poem was published in 1962 Thank you for writing it, William Carlos Williams

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