Sour Grapes (1921)
by
William Carlos Williams
The Tulip Bed
- The May sun--whom
- all things imitate--
- that glues small leaves to
- the wooden trees
- shone from the sky
- through bluegauze clouds
- upon the ground.
- Under the leafy trees
- where the suburban streets
- lay crossed,
- with houses on each corner,
- tangled shadows had begun
- to join
- the roadway and the lawns.
- With excellent precision
- the tulip bed
- inside the iron fence
- upreared its gaudy
- yellow, white and red,
- rimmed round with grass,
- reposedly.
Sources:
Public domain text taken from The Poets’ Corner:
http://www.theotherpages.org/poems/wcw-sg3.html#42
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