Nantucket by William Carlos Williams
Here is the promised William Carlos Williams poem I mentioned yesterday. Cheryl pointed out that it reminds her of a still life. It’s so short and simple, but if you close your eyes and listen to someone reading it, you’ll really feel like you’re there. I was actually surprised when I looked at the text because it seems so small, but if you hear it, it will be an entirely different experience.
Nantucket
By William Carlos Williams
Flowers through the window
lavender and yellow
changed by white curtains—
Smell of cleanliness—
Sunshine of late afternoon—
On the glass tray
a glass pitcher, the tumbler
turned down, by which
a key is lying— And the
immaculate white bed
