It Is a Small Plant

It is a small plant
delicately branched and
tapering conically
to a point, each branch
and the peak a wire for
green pods, blind lanterns
starting upward from
the stalk each way to
a pair of prickly edged blue
flowerets: it is her regard,
a little plant without leaves,
a finished thing guarding
its secret. Blue eyes—
but there are twenty looks
in one, alike as forty flowers
on twenty stems—Blue eyes
a little closed upon a wish
achieved and half lost again,
stemming back, garlanded
with green sacks of
satisfaction gone to seed,
back to a straight stem—if
one looks into you, trumpets—!
No. It is the pale hollow of
desire itself counting
over and over the moneys of
a stale achievement. Three
small lavender imploring tips
below and above them two
slender colored arrows
of disdain with anthers
between them and
at the edge of the goblet
a white lip, to drink from—!
And summer lifts her look
forty times over, forty times
over—namelessly.

by William Carlos Williams

Comments (6)

Wonderful expression on small plant having nice collocation. Beautiful poem shared.
the title—a small plant. but the shape of the poem, like a stalk, looks tall. how much there is in the things we often overlook. how much from a macro view. -gk
Such a fine nature write...wonderful
wonderful words- Blue eyes a little closed upon a wish achieved and half lost again, stemming back, garlanded with green sacks of satisfaction gone to seed, nicely expressed
Such a wonderful poem by William Carlos Williams👍👍👍
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