Admittedly, “The Red Wheelbarrow” by William Carlos Williams has given me trouble since I first read it nearly fifteen years ago in my 11th grade literature class. Given that fact, along with the ubiquity of the famous poem, I have had ample time to think about the work’s meaning. However, it was only in being tasked with writing about the poem that I was forced to realize that my tendency to over-analyze is exactly why I had failed to grasp “The Red Wheelbarrow” in the first place. Williams’ famous work is, for lack of a better phrase, a verbal painting. It is no more than a slice of life frozen in place; it is, in description and form, simply a picture that expertly steers the mind to consider the significance of simplicity. What better example
