(17 September 1883 – 4 March 1963 / New Jersey)

The Artist

Mr T.
in a soiled undershirt
his hair standing out
on all sides
stood on his toes
heels together
arms gracefully
for the moment

curled above his head.
Then he whirled about
into the air
and with an entrechat
perfectly achieved
completed the figure.
My mother
taken by surprise
where she sat
in her invalid's chair
was left speechless.
Bravo! she cried at last
and clapped her hands.
The man's wife
came from the kitchen:
What goes on here? she said.
But the show was over.

by William Carlos Williams

Comments (3)

Yo covlat kids, hope you're still reading this in English. Power to ya Keep on rocking in the free world!
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Please redo this poem so it reflects the line spacing that Williams carefully crafted. It makes all the difference.