More Haiku from the Index of First Lines to Williams' Collected Poems

5. Miscellaneous weed,
munching a plum on

6. He grew up by the sea
Her jaw wagging
He's dead
his coat resembles the snow
How clean these shallows

7. The shadow does not move. It is the water moves
The smell of the heat is boxwood
The sunlight in a
The universality of things
the unused tent

8. The alphabet of
The bank is a matter of columns

9. The horse moves
The hydrangea,
Their time past, pulled down
The little sparrows
The living quality of
The moon, the dried weeds
The most marvellous is not

10. beauty is a shell
Brother Paul! look!
By the road to the contagious hospital

11. This is a schoolyard
This plot of ground
This sparrow
This, with a face
Tho' I'm no Catholic
To celebrate your brief life

12. I love the locust tree
I'm persistent as the pink locust
I must tell you
In a red winter hat blue
In a tissue-thin monotone of blue-gray buds
In Brueghel's great picture, The Kermess,
In passing with my mind

13. view of winter trees

Haiku from the Index of First Lines to Williams' Collected Poems

1. Eight days went by, eight days
Even in the time when as yet
Every day that I go out to my car

2. In the dead weeds of a rubbish heap
In the rain, the lonesome
in this strong light
is a condition --
I saw the two starlings,
I stopped the car
It's all in
It's a strange courage
It's the anarchy of poverty
It was then she struck -- from behind
I will teach you my townspeople

3. The over-all picture is winter
The precise counterpart
The pure products of America

4. There were some dirty plates