Poems by C. K. Williams
Tar
... at seven when the roofers we've been waiting for since winter sent their ladders ...
The Singing
... couldn't come up with a tuneBesides I wouldn't have meant it nor he have believed ...
Zebra
... the parade! Mickey Mouse, Snoopy, Kermit the Frog, enormous as clouds! ...
On the Metro
... s senseless as that table of my youth, as wooden, as unfeeling, perhaps there was a moment I was not ...
Wait
... When I ran as though for my life, wasn't I fleeing from you, or for you ...
The Nail
... o;s we who do such things, we who set the slant, embed the tip, lift the sledge and drive the nail, ...
I Hate
... keeps rising in me, rasping in me, not in its old disguise ...
Shame
... squo;t remember the term, some dated colloquialism signifying odd, unacceptable, out-of-things&mdash ...
Butchers
... It’s Christ also, of course, but much more a troglodyte such as we no longer are ...
The Gaffe
... Was her someone in her kinder to her, not tearing at her, as mine did, still does, me, ...
Light
... unaccountable silvery glitterings on the leaves of the withering maples&mdash ...
