Sort of a Song

Sort of a Song by William Carlos Williams


Let the snake wait under
his weed
and the writing
be of words, slow and quick, sharp
to strike, quiet to wait
sleepless.

- though metaphor to reconcile
the people and the stones.
Compose. (No ideas
but in things) Invent!
Saxifrage is my flower that splits
the rocks.

So the first thing that I noticed was that this poem contained two sestet ( I think?) stanzas. When it came to rythm it was free verse. Another thing that stuck out to me was how "sleepless" was it's own line. From going from the second to last to the last line there almost seems to be a pause when reading it. For me that made what the author was saying become more real.
In the second stanza the lines "Compose. (No ideas/but in things) Invent!" really stuck out to me. I think that "(No ideas but in things)" explain what the author meant be "Compose." and "Invent!" Create art by the things that influence you.