The Red Wheel Barrow
William Carlos Williams
so much depends
a red wheel
glazed with rain
beside the white
A few weeks ago, the inestimable Julie of Lone Prairie Blog posted this poem in one of her “Google Gadgets.” I commented that I loved the poem, and I believe Julie said that it was the word “glazed” that got to her every time she read the poem. To me this is one of a few quintessential poems. While some poems use ornate and beautiful language, and while some can go one for pages in their descriptions and thoughts, The Red Wheelbarrow is what I would call a picture poem. It gives us a simple image in three layers – a barrow, water, and chickens. In my mind I can see each part of this picture as Williams introduces it. Of course, he comes to each part of the picture by first using language that will modify the items that follow, which helps build up some linguistic tension in this short work. It is only after you see the whole picture in your mind that you are taken back to the beginning of the poem and its curious introduction: “so much depends upon.” This short phrase is what makes this poem a classic in the English language as far as I am concerned, for we are left to ponder what it is that Williams means by introducing the poem in this way.
While researching the poem on the internet, I ran across this Website, which had this quote from the book Understanding Poetry:
“Reading this poem is like peering at an ordinary object through a pin prick in a piece of cardboard. The fact that the tiny hole arbitrarily frames the object endows it with an exciting freshness that seems to hover on the verge of revelation.”
On another website, we find an “explanation” for the poem. And if it is possible for anyone to ever really explain a poem, then this explanation is as good as any that might be proffered:
The opening lines set the tone for the rest of the poem. Since the poem is composed of one sentence broken up at various intervals, it is truthful to say that “so much depends upon” each line of the poem. This is so because the form of the poem is also its meaning. This may seem confusing, but by the end of the poem the image of the wheelbarrow is seen as the actual poem, as in a painting when one sees an image of an apple, the apple represents an actual object in reality, but since it is part of a painting the apple also becomes the actual piece of art. . . .
. . . Notice how the monosyllabic words in line 3 elongate the line, putting an unusual pause between the word “wheel” and “barrow.” This has the effect of breaking the image down to its most basic parts. The reader feels as though he or she were scrutinizing each part of the scene. Using the sentence as a painter uses line and color, Williams breaks up the words in order to see the object more closely.
. . . The word “glazed” evokes another painterly image. Just as the reader is beginning to notice the wheelbarrow through a closer perspective, the rain transforms it as well, giving it a newer, fresher look. This new vision of the image is what Williams is aiming for.
The last lines offer up the final brushstroke to this “still life” poem. Another color, “white” is used to contrast the earlier “red,” and the unusual view of the ordinary wheelbarrow is complete. Williams, in dissecting the image of the wheelbarrow, has also transformed the common definition of a poem. With careful word choice, attention to language, and unusual stanza breaks Williams has turned an ordinary sentence into poetry.
Reactions to The Red Wheel Barrow are among the most varied I have ever seen towards a poem. The comments at the website (in paragraph two) from Rice University readily illustrate the range of responses. Some of my favorites include:
Ken Stephens: It’s stupid. Nothing only depends on a wet, red wheel barrow sitting beside white chickens.
Olivia Williams: I read your review on that poem “The red Wheelbarrow.” i thought i would ask you why you liked it. Personally, i didn’t like it at all. I thought it was strangely…stupid. My six year old sister could write the same thing. Thanks for your time.
Templin2005: Reading the Red Wheelbarrow is about as life changing as watching grass grow. It would be better for you to smack yourself with a brick and run into oncoming traffic than to waste your time reading this meaningless and pointless poem about wheelbarrows and chickens.
Happyg270: I honestly think this poem makes sense, it makes people think outside the box. I also think that poetry makes people use their imagination. I believe that for some people to make sense of poems they need to have an imagination
Robert Gambrel: I think that the wheelbarrow should be yellow.
Justin Carey: I think that is a very goo[d] poem because it is short.
cccustard: This works for me on two levels. First there is the red wheelbarrow, and then there are the white chickens. And holding the two together is the glassy rain. I like to think of the wheelbarrow as say the fourth or fifth floor, and the chicken as the ninth floor, and the rain as the emergency fire stairs. They are all dependant upon each other and yet upon nothing. It wouldn’t be the same if it was sleet or even a heavy mist. No way.
Other Thoughts and Insights
In combing the web, I also found the following:
One blogger has this to say: William Carlos Williams once wrote that “so much depends upon a red wheelbarrow, glazed with rainwater, beside the white chickens.” And he was an idiot.
A wheelbarrow is usually kep in the barn or shed, especially if it is going to rain rain, since it will rust. Therefore, it could be said that the whte chickens symbolize a utopian society, where everyone is innocent and clean, where as the red wheelbarrow symbolizes the contrast between beauty and violence; red representing blood and war. Put all this together and you could say the poem is stating that war plays a major part in creating a perfect life. In other words, you can’t have beauty and perfection without sacrifices; which is why so much of our world depends on a red wheelbarrow. – Daniel from United States (All I can say to that is “Wow!”)
To me, this poem is simply about the unexpected beauty that can sometimes be found in the simplest and most inconsequential things. Sometimes something that is absolutely ordinary can be stunningly beautiful. If you’re lucky, you stumble on something like that once in a while and hopefully have the presence of mind to savor the experience, if only for a fleeting moment. To me, this poem is about such a moment. The imagery is very simple and understated, but, at the same time, extremely vivid. When I read this poem, I can see that rainwashed wheelbarrow as clearly as if it was sitting in front of me, and I can hear the chickens clucking as they mill about pecking at the soil in search of bugs and worms. I am there, savoring that moment along with Williams, and I am grateful that he preserved it for us with these sixteen powerful words. – Shazzie from United States
Our friends at Wikipedia write:
William Carlos Williams‘ 1923 poem The Red Wheelbarrow exemplifies the Imagist-influenced philosophy of “no ideas but in things”. The poem, written in two minutes or so, portrays the scene outside the window of one of Dr. Williams’ patients, a very sick child he was attending. This provides another layer of meaning beneath the surface reading. The poem is intentionally plain and lucid. Williams was trying to veer away from what he saw as the “European” verbosity of his peers (T. S. Eliot, for example), to create a typical “American” image with his poem.
The subject matter of The Red Wheelbarrow is what makes it most unique and important. He lifts an ordinary scene to an artistic level, exemplifying the importance of the ordinary; as he says, a poem “must be real, not ‘realism‘, but reality itself.” In this way, it holds more in common with the haiku of Bashō than with the verse of T. S. Eliot. Bashō, a master of Japanese haiku, wrote poems that are somewhat similar to The Red Wheelbarrow (e.g., “Moonlight slants through/The vast bamboo grove:/A cuckoo cries”).
Loren Webster in the blog In a Dark Time . . . The Eye Begins to See writes:
In discussing his poetry Willliams said, “Emotion clusters about common things, the pathetic often stimulates the imagination to new patterns—but the job of the poet is to use language effectively, his own language, the only language to him which is authentic. In my own work it has always sufficed that the object of my attention be presented without further comment.” Later, he stated, “No ideas but in things.”
The blog po-i-tre has this interesting and insightful entry:
“This stark, elegant piece always reminds me of the versatility of poetry and the agility of precision-crafted writing.
The poem’s opening couplet (“so much depends upon”) starts the reader on a traditional poetic journey into desires or physical imperatives which must be satisfied. This is what poetry is good at: finding emotional fault lines, tracing needs and wants, describing action or setting in a way intended to convey something conceptually more complex – more meaningful. Or I should say, this is what we do easily with poetry.
But somewhere between the second and third couplets, the poem makes a shift. (Actually, this is when the reader makes the shift. The poem itself transforms with the phrase a wheelbarrow, rather than calling out the wheelbarrow.) The language is not a high-flying metaphor or parable for anything. It does not teach, complain, exalt, condemn – or do any of those other didactic things poems usually do. Instead, the poem settles in to an intensely visual sensibility; and though the descriptive elements are really quite scant – a red wheelbarrow, wetness, white chickens – the resulting still-life has a rich, painterly quality. Williams does not so much describe an image as create one.
Still, the powerful opening couplet refuses to let the reader simply take in the scene, as if it were depicted on a canvass. There is a temporal, narrative element – and an urgency – quite apart from the visual snapshot. The mundane object and unremarkable birds are presented without the hint of action or any trace of expressive quality; and yet, we ache to know: who or what depends on a wheelbarrow, and why?
The beauty of this tension, and of the interplay of discursive strategies within the fourteen spare words of the poem, has kept me returning to this poem for years.
My deepest thanks to my lifelong friend Eric Zakim for introducing me to this poem.”
Nicco Davidson, the writer of the blog As If It Matters relates the following story:
Late in his life, William Carlos Williams had become a well-known poet and he received an enormous amount of mail. One day, his mailman slipped this note to him while delivering the mail:
So much depends too Upon the cold mail handler Crazed with Frost blister Dumping out the Drab mail sack.
William Carlos Williams told his wife that it was the greatest moment of his career, the single greatest compliment that he could have received.
I wish I could remember the exact language in the Doubletake description of the event the above poetry text I found online in an interesting essay on rural mail handlers.
And finally, Camille Paglia, in an essay entitled Why Poetry Still Matters, briefly discusses Williams poem:
Simplicity is the hallmark of William Carlos Williams’s most original work, which never loses its mysterious freshness. Like Wordsworth, Williams sought a common language to close the gap between poetry and everyday experience. “The Red Wheel Barrow” invites us to cast off habit and look at life again with childlike wonder. The poem is an example of Imagism, a modernist Anglo-American movement influenced by unrhymed Asian poetry (such as haiku and tanka) that strictly limits the number of lines and syllables. In Imagist poetry, sharp physical details are presented but not explained: the images must speak for themselves.
My Closing Thoughts and a Video
When I read The Red Wheel Barrow, two movies come to my mind. Both of them have to do with recognizing beauty in the world around us and taking the time necessary for it to become evident to us. The first is, of all movies, Star Trek: Insurrection (I am a trekkie myself, so this comes as no surprise to me, though it may to you). In the film Captain Picard (Patrick Stewart) develops a love interest in Anij (played by the beautiful Donna Murphy, I might add). Early on, Anij appears to be able to make time slow down and even stop through the power of contemplation. In a conversation that either precedes or follows this (I can’t remember which), the following is said:
Anij: Have you ever experienced, a perfect moment in time?
Captain Picard: A perfect moment?
Anij: When time seemed to stop, and you could almost live, in that moment.
Captain Picard: Seeing my home planet from space, for the first time. (from IMDB)
[SPOILER ALERT] Later in the film, Anij is in danger of dying, and Picard must try to save her carrying out a similar feat all on his own, since she doesn’t have the strength to do this herself or even aid him in the attempt. As time slows down to almost a stand still, we see the beauty of the moment in Picard’s and Anij’s faces and even in the elements we see in the cave in which they find themselves. For me, this scene is one of the greatest pieces of film-making in the entire Star Trek franchise.
In another movie, the theme of recognizing beauty is also prevalent. American Beauty features the acting talents of both Kevin Spacey (Lester Burnham) and Wes Bentley (Ricky Fitts). Ricky, a misfit and outsider of a young man, has a conversation with Angela Hayes (played by Meni Suvari) about why he films sometimes weird and strange things (at least as far as many are concerned):
Ricky Fitts: I was filming this dead bird.
Angela Hayes: Why?
Ricky Fitts: Because it’s beautiful.
[SPOILER ALERT] At the end of the film, after Spacey’s character has been murdered, we have Lester giving us these lines of closing narration:
I had always heard your entire life flashes in front of your eyes the second before you die. First of all, that one second isn’t a second at all, it stretches on forever, like an ocean of time… For me, it was lying on my back at Boy Scout camp, watching falling stars… And yellow leaves, from the maple trees, that lined my street… Or my grandmother’s hands, and the way her skin seemed like paper… And the first time I saw my cousin Tony’s brand new Firebird… And Janie… And Janie… And… Carolyn. I guess I could be pretty [angry] about what happened to me… but it’s hard to stay mad, when there’s so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I’m seeing it all at once, and it’s too much, my heart fills up like a balloon that’s about to burst… And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain and I can’t feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life… You have no idea what I’m talking about, I’m sure. But don’t worry… you will someday. (Quotes from IMDB)
What do these films and quotes have to do with The Red Wheel Barrow? For me they and the poem are all about being awake and aware of where and when we are. It is about being in the moment and trying to live there as well. Many of us often try to either live in past or in future. Sometimes we retreat into the nostalgia of our rose-colored memories when the present becomes too difficult to accept. And at other times, when we are going through what seems to be hell itself, we hope for the future to come and save us from our current problems. But when we engage in either practice, we fail to live as fully as we might in the present time.
One of my stock answers when people ask me how I am is, “I’m awake.” I say this for at least two reasons. One, I am joking about the fact that I often get too little sleep, and therefore I am lucky that my eyes are open and I am not openly snoring in their presence. Two, I use to term in the Buddhist sense: I am aware (or at least I am trying to be aware) of what is happening right now. Part of this is simple wishful thinking, of course. I want to live in the present. I want to recognize what is happening around me. I want to see the beauty of this world and my life, even if it is at times a “terrible beauty.” If it is true that Williams wrote this poem after the death of a young child in his care, and after he had looked up to see the image he describes in his poem outside a window in the child’s home, then this indicates to me that perhaps he was thinking along the same lines. And even if this story is not true in a literal or historical sense, it seems to me that it is still truth in a metaphorical sense.
Below you will find a video from YouTube that is also a metaphorical interpretation of Williams poem.
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Thanks for the kind comment on my notes about this poem, as they appeared on the blog po-i-tre.
So many of the commentators fixate on the “imagist” aspect of the poem, without unlocking the magic created by the tension between the opening line and the rest of the poem. For me, The Red Wheelbarrow has always been as much a meta-poem (a work about the dynamics of poetic application of language) as a poem itself.