So much depends
a red wheel
glazed with rain
beside the white
This is a poem by William Carlos Williams, written in 1923. A poem in a sentence, a sentence in a poem.
What is magical about a poem that could just be considered a sentence, a sentence that could have nothing special about it?
Everybody is entitled to their opinion. And mine is that this poem is magic.
SSSSo muCH DePeNDSSSS uPoN
a RRRed WWWeel BaRRoW...
And the color! The color!
Red and white and glazed
You could say that without counting articles and such, color and images are 3/16 of the poem
I love it so much, in fact, that I did a recording of me reading it:
And here's a professional Youtube recording (by the author himself):
What is your favorite poem at the moment?? I would love to check it out!