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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SLOW MOVEMENT, by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: All those treasures that lie in the little bolted box whose tiny space is Last Line: As they are now. | |||
All those treasures that lie in the little bolted box whose tiny space is Mightier than the room of the stars, being secret and filled with dreams: All those treasures -- I hold them in my hand -- are straining continually Against the sides and the lid and the two ends of the little box in which I guard them; Crying that there is no sun come among them this great while and that they weary of shining; Calling me to fold back the lid of the little box and to give them sleep finally. But the night I am hiding from them, dear friend, is far more desperate than their night! And so I take pity on them and pretend to have lost the key to the little house of my treasures, For they would die of weariness were I to open it, and not be merely faint and sleepy As they are now. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CORONAL by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS A GOODNIGHT by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS A MAN TO A WOMAN by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS APPROACH OF WINTER by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS APRIL by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS BLIZZARD by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS BLUEFLAGS by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS COMPLAINT by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS DAISY by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS DAYBREAK by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS |
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