Poems

Please read the following poems for class on Monday.  A short quiz is likely.

The Red Wheelbarrow

  by William Carlos Williams

so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens.

- See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15537#sthash.Q6GpOmtz.dpuf

 

The Red Wheelbarrow

William Carlos Williams

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so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens.

The Red Wheelbarrow

  by William Carlos Williams

so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens.

- See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15537#sthash.Q6GpOmtz.dpuf

The Red Wheelbarrow

  by William Carlos Williams

so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens.

- See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15537#sthash.Q6GpOmtz.dpuf

The Red Wheelbarrow

  by William Carlos Williams

so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens.

- See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15537#sthash.Q6GpOmtz.dpuf

The Red Wheelbarrow

  by William Carlos Williams

so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens.

- See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15537#sthash.Q6GpOmtz.dpuf

 

The Red Wheelbarrow

  by William Carlos Williams

so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens.

- See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15537#sthash.Q6GpOmtz.dpuf

The Red Wheelbarrow

  by William Carlos Williams

so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens.

- See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15537#sthash.Q6GpOmtz.dpuf

Hands 

by Jean Sprackland

She peels cod fillets off the slab,
dips them in batter, drops them
one by one into the storm of hot fat.
I watch her scrubbed hands,
elegant at the work,

and think of the hands of the midwife
stroking wet hair from my face as I sobbed and cursed,
calling me sweetheart and wheeling in more gas,
hauling out at last my slippery fish of a son.
He was all silence and milky blue. She took him away
and brought him back breathing,
wrapped in a white sheet. By then
I loved her like my own mother.

I stand here speechless in the steam and banter,
as she makes hospital corners of my hot paper parcel.

  by William Carlos Williams

so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens.

- See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15537#sthash.Q6GpOmtz.dpuf

Link to "Those Winter Sundays" by Robert Hayden:

http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/175758

Link to "The Race" by Sharon Olds:
http://thebestamericanpoetry.typepad.com/the_best_american_poetry/the-race-by-sharon-olds.html

Link to "Mid Term Break" by Seamus Heaney:
http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/seamus_heaney/poems/12698