Poems for August

Again, if you have time, if you read these poems out loud, slowly, pausing a bit at each line break or punctuation mark, I think you'll find you get more out of the poem. I often read the poem out loud and just let it sink in, and sometimes this feeling of awe washes over me. But that's me, I was an English major. :) Enjoy.

Summer Song

William Carlos Williams

Wanderer moon

smiling a

faintly ironical smile

at this

brilliant, dew-moistened

summer morning, -

a detached

sleepily indifferent

smile, a

wanderer's smile, -

if I could

buy a shirt

your color and

put on a necktie

sky-blue

where would they carry me?

This next one was on Who Wants To Be a Millionaire? tonight. I think the question was up to $100,000 and if I would have been the guy's lifeline I would have been WRONG. I was terribly ashamed of myself. SO! Here it is: I have committed it to memory and perhaps you should too. You never know what they might ask you on Millionaire...

The Red Wheelbarrow
William Carlos Williams

so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens.