- William Carlos WilliamsThe half-stripped trees
struck by a wind together,
bending all,
the leaves flutter drily
and refuse to let go
or driven like hail
stream bitterly out to one side
and fall
where the salvias, hard carmine,—
like no leaf that ever was—
edge the bare garden.
I love William Carlos Williams, but I've never read this poem. I like the perseverance of the leaves that "flutter drily and refuse to let go" and the stark imagery.
ReplyDeleteWilliams has a way of cutting through to the heart of an image. As a rabid gardener, I find this poem captures the feeling of my garden going into winter like no other I've read.
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