“For there is a wind or a ghost of wind in all books echoing the life there, a high wind that fills the tubes of the ear until we think we hear a wind, actual.” ThinkingBookWindEarsGhostTubes Author:William Carlos Williams
“and there grows in the mind a scent, it may be, of locust blossoms whose perfume is itself a wind moving to lead the mind away.” MindMayMovingGrowsWindScentPerfume Author:William Carlos Williams
“Old age is a flight of small cheeping birds skimming bare trees above a snow glaze. Gaining and failing they are buffeted by a dark wind - But what? On harsh weedstalks the flock has rested - the snow is covered with broken seed husks and the wind tempered with a shrill piping of plenty.” AgeDarkFailingTreeWindBrokenBirdSeedsSnowOld AgeFlightPlentyCoveredHarshFlocksSkimmingBare Trees Author:William Carlos Williams
“By the road to the contagious hospital under the surge of the blue mottled clouds driven from the northeast - a cold wind.” WindColdBlueCloudsDrivenHospitalsContagiousCold Wind Book:William Carlos Williams Source: William Carlos Williams
“Outside, the north wind, coming and passing, swelling and dying, lifts the frozen sand drives it a-rattle against the lidless windows and we may dear sit stroking the cat stroking the cat and smiling sleepily, prrrr.” MayDyingWindCatWindowDearPassingPassingsLiftsSandFrozenSwellingNorth Wind Book:The William Carlos Williams Reader Source: The William Carlos Williams Reader
“There is no thing that with a twist of the imagination cannot be something else. Porpoises risen in a green sea, the wind at nightfall bending the rose- red grasses and you- in your apron hurrying to catch- say it seems to you to be your son. How ridiculous! You will pass up into a cloud and look back at me, not count the scribbling foolish that put wings at your heels, at your knees.” LooksSeemsImaginationSeaSonWindRedGreenWingsRoseCloudsFoolishRidiculousGrassKneesHeelsTwistsRisenBendingYour SonHurryingNightfallApronsPorpoises Author:William Carlos Williams
“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.” FeelsBodyStrangeWindDressesWinterAutumnBedroomHookTwistedDroppingSilkAnklesLinen Book:Selected poems Source: Selected poems
