The Young Housewife by William Carlos Williams At ten A.M. the young housewife moves about in negligee behind the wooden walls of her husband's house. I pass solitary in my car. Then again she comes to the curb to call the ice-man, fish-man, and stands shy, uncorseted, tucking in stray ends of hair, and I compare her to a fallen leaf. The...Learn More

Snow: years of anger following hours that float idly down — the blizzard drifts its weight deeper and deeper for three days or sixty years, eh? Then the sun! a clutter of yellow and blue flakes — Hairy looking trees stand out in long alleys over a wild solitude. The man turns and there — his solitary track stretched out upon the world....Learn More

Contend in a sea which the land partly encloses Shielding them from the too-heavy blows Of an ungoverned ocean which when it chooses Tortures the biggest hulls, the best man knows To pit against its beatings, and sinks them pitilessly Mothlike in mists, scintillant in the minute Brilliance of cloudless days, with broad bellying sails They glide...Learn More