It is a willow when summer is over,
a willow by the river
from which no leaf has fallen nor
bitten by the sun
turned orange or crimson.
The leaves cling and grow paler,
swing and grow paler
over the swirling waters of the river
as if loath to let go,
they are so cool, so drunk with
the swirl of the wind and of the river—
oblivious to winter,
the last to let go and fall
into the water and on the ground.
This poem is in the public domain.
About this Poem
“Willow Poem” was published in Williams’s book Sour Grapes (The Four Seasons Company, 1921).
William Carlos Williams
Poet, novelist, essayist, and playwright William Carlos Williams is often said to have been one of the principal poets of the Imagist movement.
Date Published: 2014-12-06
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/willow-poem