Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | August 5, 2009

POEM OF THE DAY: Queen Anne’s Lace

by William Carlos Williams (1883 – 1963).

Queen Anne’s Lace (1938)

Her body is not so white as
anemony petals nor so smooth—nor
so remote a thing. It is a field
of the wild carrot taking
the field by force; the grass                         5
does not raise above it.
Here is no question of whiteness,
white as can be, with a purple mole
at the center of each flower.
Each flower is a hand’s span                       10
of her whiteness. Wherever
his hand has lain there is
a tiny purple blemish. Each part
is a blossom under his touch
to which the fibres of her being                   15
stem one by one, each to its end,
until the whole field is a
white desire, empty, a single stem,
a cluster, flower by flower,
a pious wish to whiteness gone over—          20
or nothing.

Notes:
http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/119
http://www.english.illinois.edu/maps/poets/s_z/williams/williams.htm

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