A poet that I loath…
I am not a fan of William Carlos Williams. He is the bane of my poetry existence. When I was in high school I wrote a paper arguing that he was a bad poet (I got a B on that paper). There are other people who think he is a rather talented chap. That is not me. So for now, I would like to take this moment during National Poetry month to share with you two poems that I loath.
The Red Wheelbarrow
by William Carlos Williams
so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens.
This Is Just To Say
by William Carlos Williams
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
What poets do you loath?
Edit: Also, what an inconsiderate jerk Williams was for each that poor guy’s plums!
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chartroose