japonisme: weep for me

29 June 2007

weep for me


WILLOW POEM

It is a willow when summer is over,
a willow by the river
from which no leaf has fallen nor
bitten by the sun
turned orange or crimson.
The leaves cling and grow paler,
swing and grow paler
over the swirling waters of the river
as if loath to let go,
they are so cool, so drunk with
the swirl of the wind and of the river—
oblivious to winter,
the last to let go and fall
into the water and on the ground.

William Carlos Williams

(as we've said, japonisme went by many many names: l'art nouveau, jugendstil, with photography there was photo secession, and with poets it was imagist.)

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2 Comments:

Anonymous Mirko said...

Very nice poem

30 June, 2007 01:52  
Blogger lotusgreen said...

thanks so much, mirko. thanks for stopping by

30 June, 2007 10:15  

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