Week One William Carlos Williams

We hope you enjoyed the first poem by William Carlos Williams.

Please share your thoughts on the poem with us.

Has it changed your understanding of what poetry is?

You can see a video of the poem below.

 

24 thoughts on “Week One William Carlos Williams

  1. the poem had a persific meaning and I thought that it had a meaning showing that there are some jobs objects do but they are not realised in the real word for example the red wheelbarrow. The wheelbarrow has a job to carry things some where, to pick up some thing ,to take the weight, and to make your job easier. so then that object has done something for you.

    this has changed my meaning of a poem I thought that poems had more verses and have more words in that verse. There is also syllables in the poem. The words are always the star 3 words and the next line 1word

    1. Arkan, thats a really way of thinking of poetry
      its definetley changed how I see poetry and its really interesting to find out how you finnd it!

  2. I think it has slightly changed my understanding of poetry. I really liked how it made me think about small things that we don’t really think about their jobs. It’s made me think more about what very small things can do for us.

  3. so much depends
    upon
    a ruler that lies among the
    trees with most numbers
    scrubbed off of it
    beside the
    new orange pen

  4. So much depends
    upon

    a small copper
    tap

    stained with lapping red
    tongues

    beside the kitchen
    table

  5. my poem

    so much depends
    upon
    the box of kebabs
    glazing with sunlight
    beside the box
    of wings

    i aimed it at kebabs and wings because i like to buy kebabs and wings from unlight and glazing with sunlight was supposed to mean the it from SUNLIGHT kebab shop.

  6. So much depends
    upon

    A life almost
    wasted

    The inside is
    hollow

    Beside the steep
    chapel
    (it’s a coffin)

  7. They paid a penny for the dance,
    But what they saw was not his smile;
    But the pain that seared inside his heart,
    That could be seen within a mile.

  8. Henry I really like your pen lid poem!
    its really funny and you used syllables very very well!
    keep it up!

  9. So much depends.
    Upon.
    A little mammal.
    Genaration.
    After genaration.
    A young born every day.
    With hunger and the frightining world.
    Biside the.
    Old leaves and crumbled trunks.
    Pain after pain.
    And look were it ends.

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