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Poetry Friday: Slow Movement by William Carlos Williams

March 14th, 2014 (06:00 am)
excited

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All those treasures that lie in the little bolted box whose tiny space is
Mightier than the room of the stars, being secret and filled with dreams:
All those treasures - I hold them in my hand - are straining continually
Against the sides and the lid and the two ends of the little box in which I guard them;
Crying that there is no sun come among them this great while and that they weary of shining;
Calling me to fold back the lid of the little box and to give them sleep finally.

But the night I am hiding from them, dear friend, is far more desperate than their night!
And so I take pity on them and pretend to have lost the key to the little house of my treasures;
For they would die of weariness were I to open it, and not be merely faint and sleepy
As they are now.

- Slow Movement by William Carlos Williams

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Posted by: Linda Baie (Linda Baie)
Posted at: March 14th, 2014 11:11 pm (UTC)
delight

Hi! I have a little box, filled with treasures, and although I imagine Williams means more than the physical object(s), it was fun for me to read & re-read this poem in the eyes of my own things. Thanks for finding and sharing the thoughtful poem!

Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: March 15th, 2014 12:32 am (UTC)
Re: delight

This poem was a fun find, a treasure!

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