Shop Forum More Submit  Join Login
I cannot be a William Carlos Williams.
I cannot see the significance of a "wheel barrow,"
Or why it is significant enough to warrant two words from one.
I cannot understand the emphasis of color,
Or why it should matter whether the chickens are white or brown or red.
I cannot feel the strength of need for a wheelbarrow,
Or why this one in particular seems so irreplaceable.

But today brought a bicycle, rusting on the highway's edge.

Yellow bicycle, rusting
Under the sun:
How is it you,
Once built for two,
Have ended up with none?

I find my words will rollick in their own light, seriousness aside.
I cannot bring myself to write such things in tranquil lines.
I cannot convey such vast feelings in such small form.
I cannot be a William Carlos Williams.
But, just today, I can sympathize.
I've never understood the fame behind the William Carlos Williams poem "The Red Wheelbarrow".
Now I kind of do?
No comments have been added yet.

Add a Comment:
 
×

:iconsince-then: More from since-then


More from DeviantArt



Details

Submitted on
October 8, 2011
File Size
999 bytes
Link
Thumb

Stats

Views
104
Favourites
0
Comments
0
×