I, a writer at one time hipped on
painting, did not consider
the effects, painting,
for that reason, static, on
the contrary the stillness of
the objects -- the flowers, the gloves --
freed them precisely by that
from a necessity merely to move
in space as if they had been --
not children! but the thinking male
or the charged and deliver-
ing female frantic with ecstasies;
served rather to present, for me,
a more pregnant motion: a
series of varying leaves
clinging still, let us say, to
the cat-briar after last night's
storm, its waterdrops
ranged upon the arching stems
irregularly as an accompaniment.
-- William Carlos Williams