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Inscrivez-vous à LibraryThing pour découvrir si vous aimerez ce livre Actuellement, il n'y a pas de discussions au sujet de ce livre. Back when I was in High School I read The Red Wheelbarrow. I didn't really get it. I didn't get how it was a poem, but I thought it was interesting. Now that I read this select collection of poems from William Carlos Williams, I can see that he paints images with words. Williams happens to do this very effectively as well. Upon reading the poems, I could visualize the settings of everything he was describing. Now, the thing about poetry is that I am not good at it. I can appreciate it I suppose, but I am not your College Professor in that sense. All I can say is that this is a collection that made me feel pleasant. That is all. this book is further improved by the fact that it contains information on Williams and how he wrote. Though I guess most anthologies of poems will do that to some extent, especially ones focusing on one poet. I will return to most poems by Williams eventually, though it might take some time. This is the first full book of WCW's poetry I've read and I was pleasantly surprised by his range, considering it's only his more spare poems that get anthologized. I really have never understood why "The Red Wheelbarrow" has been singled out for so much press. It's instructional value? As an example of imagism? Now that I've read more of his work, I think it's even more ridiculous that "The Red Wheelbarrow" has become representative of his poetry because it really isn't. I also feel vindicated in my earlier purchase of a two volume set of his collected poems and look forward to reading those as time allows. This 200 page volume was discovered at a used bookstore for $1.50 and I just couldn't pass it up. And I'm glad I didn't, not only because it has whetted my appetite for the collected works but because it will make a great loaner to others curious about him. I'm not quite finished with this book. The last 40 pages are excerpts from his long poem "Paterson," which I'm finding I need to read slowly to catch how he's layering things. Thus far I'm finding it a very interesting poem. The same person who put together the collected volumes has also brought out an edition of Paterson and it's now on my amazon wish list. aucune critique | ajouter une critique
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Asphodel That Greeny Flower (Love letter asking wife forgiveness.)
The Descent of Winter (journal writings…really long and not interesting)
Landscape with the Fall of Icarus (about Brueghel’s painting!)
The Last Words of My English Grandmother (That was odd.)
Proletarian Portrait
The Red Wheelbarrow (experimental)
Self-Portrait (very weird)
Sonnet in Search of an Author (WHAT DID I JUST READ??)
Spring and All (OK, better…)
This is Just to Say
Tract
To Elsie (depressing)
Overall, I gave Williams three stars because it was just ok. He is called an Imaginist, or something like that, because he experimented with style. He did not follow rules (except his own). He left out punctuation and did not use typical sentences. He experimented with lines of poetry, and did not bother with rhyming.
His topics were all over the place and very strange. But I did have one favorite and it was Landscape with the Fall of Icarus because it caused me to revisit the painting. Williams pointed out that no one really even noticed what happened to Icarus, even the fisherman at the water's edge, a few feet from where Icarus entered the sea. It was all kind of humorous, and I suppose Brueghel meant it to be, and Williams was moved to write about it. ( )