Undpredictably Irregular Poetry Exposure #3

Though you may know him for this poem, I better enjoyed William Carlos Williams' "Perpetuum Mobile: The City", whose first few stanzas read thus:

"—a dream
we dreamed
each
separately
we two

of love
and of
desire—

that fused
in the night—

in the distance
over
the meadows
by day
impossible—
The city
disappeared
when
we arrived—

A dream
a little false
toward which
now
we stand
and stare
transfixed—

All at once
in the east
rising!

All white!
small
as a flower—

a locust cluster
a shad bush
blossoming

Over the swamps
a wild
magnolia bud—
greenish
white
a northern flower—

And so
we live
looking—"

And which can be heard in its entirety here.