Sunday, April 1, 2018

101 Poems, Number 98


Favorite Poems Throughout My Life


98: “The Red Wheelbarrow,” 1923, by William Carlos Williams (1883–1963)

And this, perhaps, the shortest one
That I have coaxed into my brain.
I’m not sure why—I can’t explain—
But I was proud when I was done.

In college I first read the lines
And puzzled why this thing had fame—
Was it, I thought, just Williams’ name?
I looked for meaning’s subtle signs.

I think it deals with memory—
The images we’ve come to prize
(Or so it is in my sad eyes).
And so that’s what it means to me!


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