I love to discover great writing.
To earn the Bloody Baron badge in my PHRC reading challenge, I have to read a book of poems. I’m not a huge fan of poetry (with a few exceptions.) As I poked around various books at the library, I stumbled upon William Carlos Williams.
I’d forgotten about this poet, which is odd because I have one of his poems on my phone. After reading a few more works by him, I was thrilled to find a poem about January. It expresses exactly how I’m feeling, which I guess is the point of poetry.
January
by William Carlos Williams
Again I reply to the triple winds
running chromatic fifths of derision
outside my window:
Play louder.
You will not succeed. I am
bound more to my sentences
the more you batter at me
to follow you.
And the wind,
as before, fingers perfectly
its derisive music.