Explore "Spring Strains" by William Carlos Williams on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
In a tissue-thin monotone of blue-grey buds / crowded erect with desire against / the sky -- / tense blue-grey twigs / slenderly anchoring them down, drawing / them in -- / two blue-grey birds chasing / a third struggle in circles, angles, / swift convergings to a point that bursts / instantly!
Vibrant bowing limbs / pull downward, sucking in the sky / that bulges from behind, plastering itself / against them in packed rifts, rock blue / and dirty orange!
But -- / (Hold hard, rigid jointed trees! ) the blinding and red-edged sun-blur -- / creeping energy, concentrated / counterforce -- welds sky, buds, trees, / rivets them in one puckering hold!
Sticks through! Pulls the whole / counter-pulling mass upward, to the right, / locks even the opaque, not yet defined / ground in a terrific drag that is / loosening the very tap-roots!
On a tissue-thin monotone of blue-grey buds / two blue-grey birds, chasing a third, / at full cry! Now they are / flung outward and up -- disappearing suddenly!