Tag Archives: William Carlos Williams

Black-Blue, Turquoise-Blue

Sharing poems with little kids this week, I keep reading this one: I’m glad the sky is painted blue, And the earth is painted green, With such a lot of nice fresh air All sandwiched in between. While Long Winter … Continue reading

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What’s A Poem Worth?

Yesterday, someone said to me, why would people write a poems if they weren’t going to be paid for them? That’s a gulch of perception I may never be able to cross. What is a poem worth, anyway? This morning … Continue reading

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