Willow Poem by William Carlos Williams

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It is a willow when summer is over, a willow by the river from which no leaf has fallen nor bitten by the sun turned orange or crimson. The leaves cling and grow paler, swing and grow paler over the swirling waters of the river as if loath to let go, they are so cool, so drunk with the swirl of the wind and of the river— oblivious to winter, the last to let go and fall into the water and on the ground.            This poem is in the public domain. About This Poem   “Willow Poem” was published in Williams’s book Sour Grapes (The Four Seasons Company, 1921).   William Carlos Williams was born on September 17, 1883, in Rutherford, New Jersey. He received the Pulitzer Prize for Pictures from Brueghel and Other Poems. Williams died on March 4, 1963, in New Jersey. Poetry by Williams   Pictures from Brueghel and Other Poems (New Directions Publishing Corporation, 1967) "December Moon" by Brenda Hillman "In drear nighted December" by John Keats "The Plain Sense of Things" by Wallace Stevens Poem-a-Day   Launched during National Poetry Month in 2006, Poem-a-Day features new and previously unpublished poems by contemporary poets on weekdays and classic poems on weekends. Thanks for being a part of the Academy of American Poets community. To learn about other programs, including National Poetry Month, Poem in Your Pocket Day, the annual Poets Forum, and more, visit Poets.org.   You are receiving this e-mail because you elected to subscribe to our mailing list. If you would like to unsubscribe, please click here.   © Academy of American Poets 75 Maiden Lane, Suite 901, New York, NY 10038