Explore "The Widow's Lament in Springtime" by William Carlos Williams on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Sorrow is my own yard / where the new grass / flames as it has flamed / often before but not / with the cold fire / that closes round me this year.
Thirtyfive years / I lived with my husband.
The plumtree is white today / with masses of flowers.
Masses of flowers / load the cherry branches / and color some bushes / yellow and some red / but the grief in my heart / is stronger than they / for though they were my joy / formerly, today I notice them / and turn away forgetting.
Today my son told me / that in the meadows, / at the edge of the heavy woods / in the distance, he saw / trees of white flowers.
I feel that I would like / to go there / and fall into those flowers / and sink into the marsh near them.