A Valentine From A Very Old Man / A Love Poem
Table of contents for 3/Poetry
- Faces Of Death Animal Attacks / Tiger Escapes From Cage
- Dad/ Love Is Sometimes Sad Poems
- The Blueberry Fields / Deep Love Poems
- A Valentine From A Very Old Man / A Love Poem
- September and the End of Flight
The vacant stare you now possess
Slumped upon my chair
Reminds me of the mannequin
Awaiting his new suit of clothes.
To help the young men on their way
And dress them well upon their day.
So they may please their lovely brides
As you once pleased
Before you died.
But now you won’t be easily found
Unless your love lives underground.
And I will miss her more than you
My cup when love was new.
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She screams and runs now through the door
And sadness sends her to the floor.
She gazes up into your eyes
And wonders where your spirit flies.
I’m here behind you
Won’t you see?
Admiring
Your solemn beauty.
The chains are gone
The pain has left
Yet I am now
Alone
And bereft.
Without you now I am no one
There is no place under the sun
To be a home when you’re away
And so I’ll wait for you each day.
Just sit right here upon this sill
And watch the days pass by until
One day you join me and we fly
Away from here
To paradise.
from Death
“He’s come out of the man
and he’s let
the man go–
the liar”
William Carlos Williams
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Born in Rutherford, New Jersey, near the city of Paterson, William Carlos Williams studied medicine at the University of Pennsylvania. There he became friends with Ezra Pound and Hilda Doolittle (later known as H. D.) and started to think of his medical career as a means of supporting himself while he composed poetry, even as he interned in New York City and pursued postgraduate studies in Germany. Williams made Rutherford his lifelong home and practiced medicine until he retired, writing at night and spending weekends in New York City with other writers and artists. Williams consciously wrote poetry that provided a counterpoint to that of Frost, Pound, and Eliot. In his work, he wished to speak like an American within an American context of small cities, immigrants, and workers. He wanted his poetic line to reflect the rhythm of everyday speech and drew his subject matter from ordinary surroundings — a painting, a red wheelbarrow, a dish of plums. Williams’s collections include Spring and All (both poetry and prose; 1923); Paterson, which was published in five books (1946, 1948, 1949, 1951, 1958); and Pictures from Brueghel (1962). Williams also wrote essays, some of which are collected in In the American Grain (1925).
http://www2.wwnorton.com/college/english/naal/vol_D/explorations/williams.htm
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A very very happy VALENTINE’S DAY
Thank you. And you have a great day too.