The Young Housewife (1916)
At ten A.M. the young housewife
moves about in negligee behind
the wooden walls of her husband's house.
I pass solitary in my car.
Then again she comes to the curb
to call the ice-man, fish-man, and stands
shy, uncorseted, tucking in
stray ends of hair, and I compare her
to a fallen leaf.
The noiseless wheels of my car
rush with a crackling sound over
dried leaves as I bow and pass smiling.
The Red Wheelbarrow (1923)
So much depends
a red wheel
glazed with rain
beside the white
An old willow with hollow branches
slowly swayed his few high bright tendrils
Love is a young green willow
shimmering at the bare wood's edge.