Personal anthology: William Carlos Williams
I’m unplugging for the next few days. I’ll be back when life settles down a bit. In the meantime, here’s a favorite semi-obscure William Carlos Williams poem:
The Attic Which Is Desire
the unused tent
ofbare beams
beyond whichdirectly wait
the nightand day—
Herefrom the street
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transfixed— William Carlos Williams, from Selected Poems, ed. Charles Tomlinson (New Directions, 1985)
Oooh, I don’t know that one. Thank you.
Hope that things settle down for you soon. I still have my fingers crossed over that interview…