Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Le Médecin Malgré LuiWilliam Carlos Williams
O
Wash the walls of my office,
Polish the rust from
My instruments and keep them
Definitely in order;
Build shelves in
The little laboratory;
Empty out the old stains,
Clean the bottles
And refill them; buy
Another lens; put
My journals on edge instead of
Letting them lie flat
In heaps—then begin
Ten years back and
Gradually
Read them to date,
Cataloguing important
Articles for ready reference.
I suppose I should
Read the new books.
If to this I added
A bill at the tailor’s
And the cleaner’s
And grew a decent beard
And cultivated a look
Of importance—
Who can tell? I might be
A credit to my Lady Happiness
And never think anything
But a white thought!