William Carlos Williams is best known for the poem “A Red Wheelbarrow”, but a quick search around for something relative to Thursday brought this poem up. WCW was an American poet closely associated with modernism and Imagism whose passed away in the early 1960’s. He was also a GP and a pediatrician, having graduated from the University of Pennsylvania School of Medicine.
if you want to read more about his life and read more of his work, visit the poemhunter.com
Like many poets and writers featured on The Poetry Point, poetry was integral to the fabric of his life, but equally so was his medical practice as a healer. Other poet’s featured here such as Charles Causley also found ways to weave their writing with other aspects of their lives, almost certainly drawing inspiration from ‘taking their ideas for a walk’ as they went about working on other things in their lives.
Equally, different writers create space to write in different spaces in their lives, pursuing their careers and interests holistically, seeing them as all part of one insepeable thing.
“Although his primary occupation was as a doctor, Williams had a full literary career. His work consists of short stories, poems, plays, novels, critical essays, an autobiography, translations and correspondence. He wrote at night and spent weekends in New York City with friends—writers and artists like the avant-garde painters Marcel Duchamp and Francis Picabia and the poets Wallace Stevens and Marianne Moore.”
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I have had my dream–like others–
and it has come to nothing, so that
I remain now carelessly
with feet planted on the ground
and look up at the sky–
feeling my clothes about me,
the weight of my body in my shoes,
the rim of my hat, air passing in and out
at my nose–and decide to dream no more.