Embedded in this red wheelbarrow poem is a short poem, in italics, which was written by Hugh Cook back in the 1970s in imitation of the red wheelbarrow poem (starting "so much depends") by William Carlos Williams (1883-1963).

A RED WHEELBARROW poem in selection of poems on various topics and themes, including America, Japan, Malawi and Guantanamo.

This A RED WHEELBARROW poem is part of the Genghis Lotus Poetry Collection, a selection of poems free to read online.

The collection includes school poems, city poems, nature poems, war poems, cancer poems, death poems, and, additionally, other poems, assorted poems on various topics and themes, this being one of those other poems.

Webmaster for this site is poet Hugh Cook, born in Britain, educated in New Zealand, and the author of, amongst other works, the fantasy series Chronicles of an Age of Darkness.

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A RED WHEELBARROW

From the world of the hypermundane,
Harmlessly selected,
A red wheelbarrow.
It could have been
A green teapot,
A white ashtray,
A stainless steel fish slice.
But it happened to be
A red wheelbarrow,
Set into motion by the master:

         A short
        Poem
        Struts
        On stilts
        Across the garden
        And
        Topples
        Into a red wheelbarrow.


The poem then vanishing.
The wheelbarrow,
In the master's work,
Does not wake
And does not apprehend itself.
But the damage has been done.
Red it is written
So red it must be —
And we all know where red comes from.

Personally,
I do not blame him
For the ragged voices,
For the preaching furnace,
For the pyramids
Heaped up in razors.
I do not blame him
For the raw bones,
For the fleshless fingers,
For the sobs
Of orphans crouching in the shadows.
If not this symbol,
Then some other.
Versatile animals, we
Work our way to our excuses
With what we have.

If not a red wheelbarrow
We would have found our flag
In a pink parrot,
A blue guitar,
A yellow baseball cap,
A clean white pillowslip
Innocent with bluebells.
It just happened to be
A red wheelbarrow.

Copyright © 2004, 2007 Hugh Cook
May be photocopied for classroom use

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