This poem seems like a musing from a passerby and something that swirls through his mind from an all too familiar scene every day of the week. I remember in the Silence of the Lambs Hannibal Lecter said something about "we covet what we see everyday." That was so poignant to me and proved to ring very true. We don't need things that are out of the ordinary to strike us, just simplicity. It was with great simplicity that Williams wrote this poem and it almost seems like it shouldn't even be a poem but perhaps that's what makes it such an interesting piece. It is so short it leaves a lot to the imagination. Is this guy just an innocent, does he have the makings of a stalker, are all of his intentions pure, does he have any intentions at all?
All of this is left to the mind of the reader. We can come away with it thinking it's not much of a stab at poetry or we can consider it very striking and interesting. My mind is still working about who this guy is, who the woman is, what is her relationship with the ice and fish man...why not the milk man? What type of neighborhood do they live in? The more questions I can think of, the more I try to understand the meaning behind it. This is probably what Williams intended. I'm sure it is.
Cindy Davis
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