William Carlos Williams

Here you will find the Poem Queen Anne's Lace of poet William Carlos Williams

Queen Anne's Lace

Her body is not so white as 
anemone petals nor so smooth--nor 
so remote a thing. It is a field 
of the wild carrot taking 
thefield by force; the grass 
does not raise above it. 
Here is no question of whiteness, 
white as can be, with a purple mole 
at the center of each flower. 
Each flower is a hand's span 
of her whiteness. Wherever 
his hand has lain there is 
a tiny purple blossom under his touch 
to which the fibres of her being 
stem one by one, each to its end, 
until the whole field is a 
white desire, empty, a single stem, 
a cluster, flower by flower, 
a pious wish to whiteness gone over-- 
or nothing.