William Carlos Williams was a poet who wrote from the moment that he witnessed as a doctor or wanderer. He practice allowed him the ability to see things that others wouldn’t often see, because he was a doctor. The man in “Waiting” by William Carlos Williams, knows that in moments of solitude, we can be exactly who we want to be, do exactly what we want to do, or say exactly what want to say. He saw euphoria in his moment of peaceful seclusion which cannot be accomplished with the necessary attention your children will demand. His fondness for solitude was all consuming, so much so that when confronted with his reality, he became disenchanted and questioned his devotion to his life. When he was left with his disenchantment within himself, it led him to self-examine everything about his life. To the point that he seems to await his next moment of solitude, rather then face his reality.
“Waiting” is a poem that the man in it must wait for that moment again, when he was entranced in erogenous ecstasy that he couldn’t let go. An emotional and physical rapture of a moment, the man in “Waiting” by William Carlos Williams knew that it was worth waiting to happen again. Being exactly where we want to be and doing exactly what we want to do is precisely what is seen as this man experiences euphoria. But we also are witness to his moment of doubt when confronted with his reality, after being so disenchanted. When he was left with a choice between his disenchantment and everything he had in his life, he seems to make a choice of waiting for his next moment of solitude, rather than be stupid and accept that his reality is his priority in life.