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    Spring and All
    Spring and All
    Spring and All
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    Spring and All

    By William Carlos Williams

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    First published in 1923, “Spring and All” is the groundbreaking volume of poetry by the modernist and imagist American poet William Carlos Williams. Williams, born in New Jersey in 1883, worked as a doctor for most of his life while spending his free time writing plays, short stories, novels, essays, and poetry. Containing some of Williams’s best-known poetry, the volume alternates between prose and free verse. Williams’s prose has been described as cryptic, dramatic, and full of energy. Greatly influenced by T. S. Eliot’s “The Waste Land”, which was published in 1922, Williams sought to recreate the world through language, rather than merely describe it. This desire and Eliot’s influence are evident in his beautiful and evocative poems. Two of Williams’s most famous poems can be found in this volume, numbered in the book as I and XXII, these poems are known more commonly as “Spring and All” and “The Red Wheelbarrow” respectively. While “Spring and All” received little attention during Williams’s lifetime, it was reprinted after his death and continues to be viewed as an important and significant work of American literature, being named by the Library of Congress in 2012 as one of the 88 “Books that Shaped America”.
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    PublisherDigireads.com Publishing
    Release dateSep 1, 2019
    ISBN9781420963854
    Spring and All
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    William Carlos Williams

    James Branch Cabell (1879-1958) was an American writer of escapist and fantasy fiction. Born into a wealthy family in the state of Virginia, Cabell attended the College of William and Mary, where he graduated in 1898 following a brief personal scandal. His first stories began to be published, launching a productive decade in which Cabell’s worked appeared in both Harper’s Monthly Magazine and The Saturday Evening Post. Over the next forty years, Cabell would go on to publish fifty-two books, many of them novels and short-story collections. A friend, colleague, and inspiration to such writers as Ellen Glasgow, H.L. Mencken, Sinclair Lewis, and Theodore Dreiser, James Branch Cabell is remembered as an iconoclastic pioneer of fantasy literature.

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      Spring and All - William Carlos Williams

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      SPRING AND ALL

      By WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS

      To

      Charles Demuth

      Spring and All

      By William Carlos Williams

      Print ISBN 13: 978-1-4209-6384-7

      eBook ISBN 13: 978-1-4209-6385-4

      This edition copyright © 2019. Digireads.com Publishing.

      All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.

      Cover Image: a detail of Last Snow at Weimar, c. 1889 (oil on canvas), by Karl Buchholz (1849-89) / Hamburger Kunsthalle, Hamburg, Germany / Bridgeman Images.

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      CONTENTS

      SPRING AND ALL

      SPRING AND ALL

      IF anything of moment results — so much the better. And so much the more likely will it be that no one will want to see it.

      There is a constant barrier between the reader and his consciousness of immediate contact with the world. If there is an ocean it is here. Or rather, the whole world is between : Yesterday, tomorrow, Europe, Asia, Africa, — all things removed and impossible, the tower of the church at Seville, the Parthenon.

      What do they mean when they say : ,, I do not like your poems; you have no faith whatever. You seem neither to have suffered nor, in fact, to have felt anything very deeply. There is nothing appealing in what you say but on the contrary the poems are positively repellant. They are heartless, cruel, they make fun of humanity. What in God’s name do you mean ? Are you a pagan ? Have you no tolerance for human frailty ? Rhyme you may perhaps take away but rythm ! why there is none in your work whatever. Is this what you call poetry ? It is the very antithesis of poetry. It is antipoetry. It is the annihilation of life upon which you are bent. Poetry that used to go hand in hand with life, poetry that interpreted our deepest promptings, poetry that inspired, that led us forward to new discoveries, new depths of tolerance, new heights of exaltation. You moderns ! it is the death of poetry that you are accomplishing. No. I cannot understand this work. You have not yet suffered a cruel blow from life. When you have suffered you will write differently ? »

      Perhaps this noble apostrophy means something terrible for me, I am not certain, but for the moment I interpret it to say : « You have robbed me. God, I am naked. What shall I do ? » — By it they mean that when I have suffered (provided I have not done so as yet) I too shall run for cover; that I too shall seek refuge in fantasy. And mind you, I do not say that I will not. To decorate my age.

      But today it is different.

      The reader knows himself as he was twenty years ago and he has also in mind a vision of what he would be, some day. Oh, some day ! But the thing he never knows and never dares to know is what he is at the exact moment that he is. And this moment is the only thing in which I am at all interested. Ergo, who cares for anything I do ? And what do I care ?

      I love my fellow creature. Jesus, how I love him : endways, sideways, frontways and all the other ways — but he doesn’t exist ! Neither does she. I do, in a bastardly sort of way.

      To whom then am I addressed ? To the imagination.

      In fact to return upon my theme for the time nearly all writing, up to the present, if not all art, has been especially designed to keep up the barrier between sense and the vaporous fringe which distracts the attention from its agonized approaches to

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