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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