Saturday, August 22, 2009

William Carlos Williams poem of a Saturday afternoon...

I've posted some of William Carlos Williams's poems before but not this one and, having just heard it read by Bill Irwin, I have to share it. It's lovely. Williams was a physician as well as a poet, I can only imagine he must have had a humorous bedside manner.

The Thinker

My wife’s new pink slippers
have gay pompons.
There is not a spot or a stain
on their satin toes or their sides.
All night they lie together
under her bed’s edge.
Shivering I catch sight of them
and smile, in the morning.
Later I watch them
descending the stair,
hurrying through the doors
and round the table,
moving stiffly
with a shake of their gay pompons!
And I talk to them
in my secret mind
out of pure happiness.

That was just what the doctor ordered.

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