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A Celebration Analysis

Author: poem of William Carlos Williams Type: poem Views: 7

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A middle-northern March, now as always—
gusts from the South broken against cold winds—
but from under, as if a slow hand lifted a tide,
it moves—not into April—into a second March,

the old skin of wind-clear scales dropping
upon the mold: this is the shadow projects the tree
upward causing the sun to shine in his sphere.

So we will put on our pink felt hat—new last year!
—newer this by virtue of brown eyes turning back
the seasons—and let us walk to the orchid-house,
see the flowers will take the prize tomorrow
at the Palace.
                    Stop here, these are our oleanders.
When they are in bloom—
                                       You would waste words
It is clearer to me than if the pink
were on the branch. It would be a searching in
a colored cloud to reveal that which now, huskless,
shows the very reason for their being.

And these the orange-trees, in blossom—no need
to tell with this weight of perfume in the air.
If it were not so dark in this shed one could better
see the white.
                      It is that very perfume
has drawn the darkness down among the leaves.
Do I speak clearly enough?
It is this darkness reveals that which darkness alone
loosens and sets spinning on waxen wings—
not the touch of a finger-tip, not the motion
of a sigh. A too heavy sweetness proves
its own caretaker.
And here are the orchids!
                                        Never having seen
such gaiety I will read these flowers for you:
This is an odd January, died—in Villon's time.
Snow, this is and this the stain of a violet
grew in that place the spring that foresaw its own doom.

And this, a certain July from Iceland:
a young woman of that place
breathed it toward the South. It took root there.
The color ran true but the plant is small.

This falling spray of snow-flakes is
a handful of dead Februaries
prayed into flower by Rafael Arevalo Martinez
of Guatemala.
                      Here's that old friend who
went by my side so many years: this full, fragile
head of veined lavender. Oh that April
that we first went with our stiff lusts
leaving the city behind, out to the green hill—
May, they said she was. A hand for all of us:
this branch of blue butterflies tied to this stem.

June is a yellow cup I'll not name; August
the over-heavy one. And here are—
russet and shiny, all but March. And March?
Ah, March—
                   Flowers are a tiresome pastime.
One has a wish to shake them from their pots
root and stem, for the sun to gnaw.

Walk out again into the cold and saunter home
to the fire. This day has blossomed long enough.
I have wiped out the red night and lit a blaze
instead which will at least warm our hands
and stir up the talk.
                             I think we have kept fair time.
Time is a green orchard.

Submitted by Bob


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culo hijo de puta perra Motha
. thats just how i feel chris
your boy joe
hommies mas de azadas

| Posted on 2010-12-16 | by a guest

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well joe i felt DAT the peom was a metaphore for a celebration aparently so hommies mas de azadas dnt kno wat DAT mean google translate is my friend and Que pasa con ese Cono to my left and me gustaria romper su

| Posted on 2010-12-15 | by a guest

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Ayeee chris i enjoyed yo comment. but i think i\'m goin to give better comment. the poem express my feelings of the orange trees and the perfume excellent poem by WILLIAM TERRELLE JOE CHRIS KRIS CARLOS WILLIAMS IV^18

| Posted on 2010-12-15 | by a guest

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yea i liked the poem i liked it was kool.i spell kool like dat cuz im black wit a big sack

| Posted on 2010-12-15 | by a guest

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yea i liked the poem i liked it was kool.i spell kool like dat cuz im black wit a big sack

| Posted on 2010-12-15 | by a guest

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All time, a constant swirl of life, is beautiful in every form. Life is time, death is time and there is beauty to be seen in both.

| Posted on 2009-01-11 | by a guest

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