Saxifrage is my flower

Just found this poem by William Carlos Williams. Pretty good but there should probably be more Micranthes poetry out there. Oh well, this will have to do for now. Enjoy!

A SORT OF A SONG

Let the snake wait under
his weed
and the writing
be of words, slow and quick, sharp
to strike, quiet to wait,
sleepless.
—through metaphor to reconcile
the people and the stones.
Compose. (No ideas
but in things) Invent!
Saxifrage is my flower that splits
the rocks.

William Carlos Williams (The Wedge, 1944)